| Song | Pyrex Vision |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built For Cuban Linx 2 |
| 作曲 : Williams, Woods | |
| Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo [Raekwon] | |
| The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke | |
| **** it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen | |
| Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing, break it down, yo | |
| Chop it like he raided your luggage | |
| Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling | |
| Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin | |
| What up beloved? | |
| Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it | |
| Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it | |
| Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out | |
| All I see is all white stuff, suds in it | |
| Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates | |
| We thinking ten mil a man, nigga, **** it | |
| It's on, get the baking soda, dump it | |
| How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? | |
| Get it jumping | |
| Live by the code and we thumping | |
| Nigga take this, **** around and taste a flake bitch, you drunk it | |
| It's all in the eyes of the hungry | |
| It's all for the wise and the humbly, the rise came upon me |
| zuò qǔ : Williams, Woods | |
| Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo Raekwon | |
| The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke | |
| it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen | |
| Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing, break it down, yo | |
| Chop it like he raided your luggage | |
| Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling | |
| Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin | |
| What up beloved? | |
| Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it | |
| Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it | |
| Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out | |
| All I see is all white stuff, suds in it | |
| Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates | |
| We thinking ten mil a man, nigga, it | |
| It' s on, get the baking soda, dump it | |
| How many niggas' ll pump to get eighty more? | |
| Get it jumping | |
| Live by the code and we thumping | |
| Nigga take this, around and taste a flake bitch, you drunk it | |
| It' s all in the eyes of the hungry | |
| It' s all for the wise and the humbly, the rise came upon me |