Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Planet Of The Apes , by - Raekwon. Release date: 30.10.2006
Song language: English
Planet Of The Apes |
| I just had to say that right there Rae |
| I just have to say you my nigga, understand? |
| It don’t get no realer than this, man |
| Let’s slow the fuck down |
| You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man |
| Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and load |
| Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode |
| Yo from Y.O. |
| to Q.B. |
| they bang this shit |
| Shaolin boys they bang them fifths |
| Fuckin' cops ain’t paid up nothin' |
| Yo you know we shoot you down, man |
| Ice Water Inc., yeah! |
| Territory, nigga |
| Millitainment, Y. O |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah yeah eh yo |
| Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe |
| It’s only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right? |
| I’m tryin' to get this money, right? |
| So I move cautiously |
| You more frauds, you see? |
| I’mma live bossy |
| Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B |
| I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.) |
| I’m destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury |
| Will block the shots, that’s simple, I dented a tomb for style |
| A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes |
| Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses |
| Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses |
| Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace |
| Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face |
| Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em! |
| I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin' |
| Eh yo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? |
| We don’t give a fiduck, you faggots’ll get hit up |
| Q.B., what up? |
| Y.O., what up? |
| Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! |
| Eh yo I’m a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude |
| Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed |
| Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food |
| Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood |
| Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid? |
| I’m sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket |
| White tee on, a light G. on |
| These bitches you wife and the God try pee on |
| I don’t care if it’s a gram or brick |
| I’mma make it sell, get off my dick |
| Pump or the Desert E., take your pick |
| Money too long, the case won’t stick |
| D-Block niggas fuck with Rae |
| Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day |
| Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay |
| And I don’t give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say |
| Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans |
| A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams |
| If you take niggas ears, niggas ain’t really queers |
| Listen, it’s grown men in the town, niggas is their’s |
| Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas |
| Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it’s business |
| You in this? |
| We non-shoulder style, son, relentless |
| They four lettered me Chef, nigga get down |
| Drop you, piss on you, get this, it’s official on you |
| Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you |
| I’m just a business head ridin' with visual |
| Don’t force me to put out ya head |
| One for the money, two for the crime round up |
| Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up |
| Let’s form an army millenia, Ice Water! |
| From Q.B. |
| to Y.O. |
| with Shaolin, I’m feelin' you |
| We gon' ride for our team |
| My niggas’ll kill you |
| For the team, nigga |
| My niggas kill you, nigga |
| Y’all niggas want war? |
| Nigga pop up! |
| Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga |
| Death before dishonor, you heard me? |
| The motherfuckin' Lex Diamond Story |
| Y’all niggas better wake the fuck up! |
| Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me? |
| D-Block, what up? |
| Pain, time and glory, word, you heard? |
| Yeah, yeah. |
| my niggas’ll kill you, nigga! |
| Bitch-ass niggas! |