Black Mozart Lyrics
| Song | Black Mozart |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built For Cuban Linx 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Diggs, Hunter, Woods | |
| *sounds of fighting* | |
| Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you![Intro: Raekwon] | |
| Yeah, you know how it go | |
| Fresh from the stationary hall of justice | |
| Real rhyming, real movement, real life | |
| Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of | |
| Crug' on the wall | |
| Youknowhatimsaying? | |
| Straight up, for real | |
| Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real | |
| Yo, Rah, what up? | |
| Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit | |
| Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah | |
| Secret indictments, be careful, niggas | |
| For real, let's go[Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany] | |
| You better get that money, no matter, what you do | |
| You gotta get that money, and represent your crew | |
| And keep it true[Raekwon] | |
| As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked | |
| Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke | |
| Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator | |
| Near the cookies and the bundles of dope | |
| Fishscalers, | |
| I live in elevators and gross | |
| All this paper, profit make her lay there and post | |
| With them | |
| Adidas that | |
| Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar | |
| All I know if you saw me, you thought | |
| I was broke | |
| Black, yo, | |
| I been hustling since niggas was busting guns | |
| And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats | |
| We play the | |
| S&S rooftop, | |
| Latin Quarter, | |
| Polo popes | |
| Who hung out with all the | |
| Eighthers and | |
| GOAT's[Chorus][Interlude: Inspectah Deck] | |
| Yo RZA, you crazy man | |
| This that | |
| Black Mozart shit, right here[Inspectah Deck] | |
| Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars | |
| Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage | |
| Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front | |
| Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt | |
| Just growing up, schooled by | |
| O.G.'s, holding | |
| O's and up | |
| Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what? | |
| It's so rough, nobody know him, so what? | |
| Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff | |
| Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks | |
| City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks | |
| Like friday night cruise in the | |
| Coupe, new valor suit | |
| Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 | |
| DeuceFarmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot | |
| How they hit | |
| Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit | |
| Up in 54, underground, parrot and | |
| QMade man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo | |
| Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot | |
| Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew | |
| Sipping passion fruit, | |
| Alize, in back of the | |
| Ooh[RZA]We soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders | |
| We soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bighead, I thought | |
| I told yaWe soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders | |
| Bighead, I thought | |
| I told yaWe soldiers, boy, we soldiers[Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Diggs, Hunter, Woods | |
| sounds of fighting | |
| Stupid fool, you' re forcing me to kill you! Intro: Raekwon | |
| Yeah, you know how it go | |
| Fresh from the stationary hall of justice | |
| Real rhyming, real movement, real life | |
| Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of | |
| Crug' on the wall | |
| Youknowhatimsaying? | |
| Straight up, for real | |
| Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let' s go, man, for real | |
| Yo, Rah, what up? | |
| Let' s go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit | |
| Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah | |
| Secret indictments, be careful, niggas | |
| For real, let' s go Chorus: RZA Tash Mahogany | |
| You better get that money, no matter, what you do | |
| You gotta get that money, and represent your crew | |
| And keep it true Raekwon | |
| As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked | |
| Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke | |
| Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator | |
| Near the cookies and the bundles of dope | |
| Fishscalers, | |
| I live in elevators and gross | |
| All this paper, profit make her lay there and post | |
| With them | |
| Adidas that | |
| Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar | |
| All I know if you saw me, you thought | |
| I was broke | |
| Black, yo, | |
| I been hustling since niggas was busting guns | |
| And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats | |
| We play the | |
| S S rooftop, | |
| Latin Quarter, | |
| Polo popes | |
| Who hung out with all the | |
| Eighthers and | |
| GOAT' s Chorus Interlude: Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo RZA, you crazy man | |
| This that | |
| Black Mozart shit, right here Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars | |
| Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage | |
| Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front | |
| Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt | |
| Just growing up, schooled by | |
| O. G.' s, holding | |
| O' s and up | |
| Daily new drama unfold, they popped ' em over, what? | |
| It' s so rough, nobody know him, so what? | |
| Aiyo, the money' s close by, homey, show me the stuff | |
| Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks | |
| City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks | |
| Like friday night cruise in the | |
| Coupe, new valor suit | |
| Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 | |
| DeuceFarmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot | |
| How they hit | |
| Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit | |
| Up in 54, underground, parrot and | |
| QMade man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo | |
| Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot | |
| Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew | |
| Sipping passion fruit, | |
| Alize, in back of the | |
| Ooh RZA We soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders | |
| We soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bighead, I thought | |
| I told yaWe soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders | |
| Bighead, I thought | |
| I told yaWe soldiers, boy, we soldiers Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Diggs, Hunter, Woods | |
| sounds of fighting | |
| Stupid fool, you' re forcing me to kill you! Intro: Raekwon | |
| Yeah, you know how it go | |
| Fresh from the stationary hall of justice | |
| Real rhyming, real movement, real life | |
| Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of | |
| Crug' on the wall | |
| Youknowhatimsaying? | |
| Straight up, for real | |
| Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let' s go, man, for real | |
| Yo, Rah, what up? | |
| Let' s go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit | |
| Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah | |
| Secret indictments, be careful, niggas | |
| For real, let' s go Chorus: RZA Tash Mahogany | |
| You better get that money, no matter, what you do | |
| You gotta get that money, and represent your crew | |
| And keep it true Raekwon | |
| As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked | |
| Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke | |
| Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator | |
| Near the cookies and the bundles of dope | |
| Fishscalers, | |
| I live in elevators and gross | |
| All this paper, profit make her lay there and post | |
| With them | |
| Adidas that | |
| Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar | |
| All I know if you saw me, you thought | |
| I was broke | |
| Black, yo, | |
| I been hustling since niggas was busting guns | |
| And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats | |
| We play the | |
| S S rooftop, | |
| Latin Quarter, | |
| Polo popes | |
| Who hung out with all the | |
| Eighthers and | |
| GOAT' s Chorus Interlude: Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo RZA, you crazy man | |
| This that | |
| Black Mozart shit, right here Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars | |
| Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage | |
| Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front | |
| Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt | |
| Just growing up, schooled by | |
| O. G.' s, holding | |
| O' s and up | |
| Daily new drama unfold, they popped ' em over, what? | |
| It' s so rough, nobody know him, so what? | |
| Aiyo, the money' s close by, homey, show me the stuff | |
| Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks | |
| City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks | |
| Like friday night cruise in the | |
| Coupe, new valor suit | |
| Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 | |
| DeuceFarmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot | |
| How they hit | |
| Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit | |
| Up in 54, underground, parrot and | |
| QMade man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo | |
| Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot | |
| Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew | |
| Sipping passion fruit, | |
| Alize, in back of the | |
| Ooh RZA We soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders | |
| We soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bighead, I thought | |
| I told yaWe soldiers, boy, we soldiers | |
| Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders | |
| Bighead, I thought | |
| I told yaWe soldiers, boy, we soldiers Chorus |
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