Incarcerated Scarfaces Lyrics
| Song | Incarcerated Scarfaces |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | The RZA Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：[lp version] | |
| He looks determined without being ruthless | |
| Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him | |
| Doesn't look like a killer | |
| Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream | |
| Full of passion | |
| You don't trust me huh? | |
| Well you know why | |
| I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway | |
| Intro two: raekwon the chef | |
| Knock niggaz out the box all the time | |
| Bitches on my motherfuckin records pah | |
| Big ones, yeah, big fuckers | |
| Straight up, fuck your whole team | |
| Yeah bust it | |
| Yo, yo, fly g.i. niggaz | |
| Chorus: raekwon the chef | |
| Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out | |
| It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! | |
| We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases | |
| Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces | |
| Verse one: raekwon the chef | |
| Thug related style attract millions | |
| Fans, they understand my plan | |
| Who's the kid up in the green land? | |
| Me and the rza connect, blow a fuse, you lose | |
| Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised | |
| Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin | |
| Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin | |
| Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps | |
| Raise a heavy generator | |
| But yo, guess who's the black trump? | |
| Dough be flowin by the hour's | |
| Wu, we got the collars, scholars | |
| Word life, peace to power and my whole unit | |
| Word up! quick to set it, don't wet it | |
| Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable | |
| Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue | |
| But this time is for the uninvited | |
| Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired | |
| Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine | |
| Niggaz recognize from here to baltimore to fort greene | |
| But hold up, moet be tastin like throw-up | |
| My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up | |
| Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit timbs | |
| Wit mac-10's and broke friends | |
| Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do | |
| You wanna battle for cash and see who sun too? | |
| I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax | |
| Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga | |
| Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin scud missles | |
| You rollin like trump, you get your meat lumped | |
| For real, it's just slang rap democracy | |
| Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the wallabees | |
| Check the status, soon to see me at | |
| Caesar's palace eatin salads | |
| We beatin mics and the keys to dallas | |
| I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell | |
| From where we at to my man's cell | |
| From staircase to stage, minimun wage | |
| But soon to get a article in rappage | |
| But all i need is my house, my gat, my ac | |
| Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that | |
| And pardon the french but let me speak italian | |
| Black stallion, dwellin on shaolin | |
| That means the island of staten | |
| And niggaz carry gats and mad police from manhattan | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: raekwon the chef | |
| I do this for barber shop niggaz in the plaza | |
| Catchin asthma, rae is stickin gun-flashers | |
| Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones | |
| Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one | |
| Upstairs, swithc like a chameleon | |
| Hip brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children | |
| Leave the buildin | |
| Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure | |
| Like lou farigno on coke | |
| Yo, africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs | |
| Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the arabs | |
| Sit back, coolin like kahlua's on rocks | |
| On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots | |
| You bitches who fuck dreds on sudafeds | |
| Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the feds | |
| Word up cousin, nigga, i seen it | |
| Like a 27-inch zenith - believe it! | |
| Chorus | |
| ...politic ditto | |
| ...get lifted in the staircases |
| Intro: lp version | |
| He looks determined without being ruthless | |
| Something heroic in this man, there' s a courage about him | |
| Doesn' t look like a killer | |
| Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream | |
| Full of passion | |
| You don' t trust me huh? | |
| Well you know why | |
| I do, we' re not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway | |
| Intro two: raekwon the chef | |
| Knock niggaz out the box all the time | |
| Bitches on my motherfuckin records pah | |
| Big ones, yeah, big fuckers | |
| Straight up, fuck your whole team | |
| Yeah bust it | |
| Yo, yo, fly g. i. niggaz | |
| Chorus: raekwon the chef | |
| Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out | |
| It' s for real though, let' s connect politic ditto! | |
| We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases | |
| Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces | |
| Verse one: raekwon the chef | |
| Thug related style attract millions | |
| Fans, they understand my plan | |
| Who' s the kid up in the green land? | |
| Me and the rza connect, blow a fuse, you lose | |
| Halfass crews get demolished and bruised | |
| Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin | |
| Shuttin down your slot time for pumpin | |
| Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps | |
| Raise a heavy generator | |
| But yo, guess who' s the black trump? | |
| Dough be flowin by the hour' s | |
| Wu, we got the collars, scholars | |
| Word life, peace to power and my whole unit | |
| Word up! quick to set it, don' t wet it | |
| Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Chef' ll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable | |
| Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue | |
| But this time is for the uninvited | |
| Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired | |
| Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine | |
| Niggaz recognize from here to baltimore to fort greene | |
| But hold up, moet be tastin like throwup | |
| My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up | |
| Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit timbs | |
| Wit mac10' s and broke friends | |
| Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do | |
| You wanna battle for cash and see who sun too? | |
| I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax | |
| Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga | |
| Can' t stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin scud missles | |
| You rollin like trump, you get your meat lumped | |
| For real, it' s just slang rap democracy | |
| Here' s the policy, slide off the ring, plus the wallabees | |
| Check the status, soon to see me at | |
| Caesar' s palace eatin salads | |
| We beatin mics and the keys to dallas | |
| I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell | |
| From where we at to my man' s cell | |
| From staircase to stage, minimun wage | |
| But soon to get a article in rappage | |
| But all i need is my house, my gat, my ac | |
| Bank account fat it' s goin' down like that | |
| And pardon the french but let me speak italian | |
| Black stallion, dwellin on shaolin | |
| That means the island of staten | |
| And niggaz carry gats and mad police from manhattan | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: raekwon the chef | |
| I do this for barber shop niggaz in the plaza | |
| Catchin asthma, rae is stickin gunflashers | |
| Welldressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones | |
| Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one | |
| Upstairs, swithc like a chameleon | |
| Hip brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children | |
| Leave the buildin | |
| Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure | |
| Like lou farigno on coke | |
| Yo, africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs | |
| Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the arabs | |
| Sit back, coolin like kahlua' s on rocks | |
| On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots | |
| You bitches who fuck dreds on sudafeds | |
| Pussy' s hurtin, they did it for a yard for the feds | |
| Word up cousin, nigga, i seen it | |
| Like a 27inch zenith believe it! | |
| Chorus | |
| ... politic ditto | |
| ... get lifted in the staircases |
| Intro: lp version | |
| He looks determined without being ruthless | |
| Something heroic in this man, there' s a courage about him | |
| Doesn' t look like a killer | |
| Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream | |
| Full of passion | |
| You don' t trust me huh? | |
| Well you know why | |
| I do, we' re not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway | |
| Intro two: raekwon the chef | |
| Knock niggaz out the box all the time | |
| Bitches on my motherfuckin records pah | |
| Big ones, yeah, big fuckers | |
| Straight up, fuck your whole team | |
| Yeah bust it | |
| Yo, yo, fly g. i. niggaz | |
| Chorus: raekwon the chef | |
| Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out | |
| It' s for real though, let' s connect politic ditto! | |
| We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases | |
| Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces | |
| Verse one: raekwon the chef | |
| Thug related style attract millions | |
| Fans, they understand my plan | |
| Who' s the kid up in the green land? | |
| Me and the rza connect, blow a fuse, you lose | |
| Halfass crews get demolished and bruised | |
| Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin | |
| Shuttin down your slot time for pumpin | |
| Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps | |
| Raise a heavy generator | |
| But yo, guess who' s the black trump? | |
| Dough be flowin by the hour' s | |
| Wu, we got the collars, scholars | |
| Word life, peace to power and my whole unit | |
| Word up! quick to set it, don' t wet it | |
| Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse two: raekwon the chef | |
| Chef' ll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable | |
| Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue | |
| But this time is for the uninvited | |
| Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired | |
| Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine | |
| Niggaz recognize from here to baltimore to fort greene | |
| But hold up, moet be tastin like throwup | |
| My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up | |
| Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit timbs | |
| Wit mac10' s and broke friends | |
| Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do | |
| You wanna battle for cash and see who sun too? | |
| I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax | |
| Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga | |
| Can' t stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin scud missles | |
| You rollin like trump, you get your meat lumped | |
| For real, it' s just slang rap democracy | |
| Here' s the policy, slide off the ring, plus the wallabees | |
| Check the status, soon to see me at | |
| Caesar' s palace eatin salads | |
| We beatin mics and the keys to dallas | |
| I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell | |
| From where we at to my man' s cell | |
| From staircase to stage, minimun wage | |
| But soon to get a article in rappage | |
| But all i need is my house, my gat, my ac | |
| Bank account fat it' s goin' down like that | |
| And pardon the french but let me speak italian | |
| Black stallion, dwellin on shaolin | |
| That means the island of staten | |
| And niggaz carry gats and mad police from manhattan | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: raekwon the chef | |
| I do this for barber shop niggaz in the plaza | |
| Catchin asthma, rae is stickin gunflashers | |
| Welldressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones | |
| Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one | |
| Upstairs, swithc like a chameleon | |
| Hip brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children | |
| Leave the buildin | |
| Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure | |
| Like lou farigno on coke | |
| Yo, africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs | |
| Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the arabs | |
| Sit back, coolin like kahlua' s on rocks | |
| On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots | |
| You bitches who fuck dreds on sudafeds | |
| Pussy' s hurtin, they did it for a yard for the feds | |
| Word up cousin, nigga, i seen it | |
| Like a 27inch zenith believe it! | |
| Chorus | |
| ... politic ditto | |
| ... get lifted in the staircases |
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