| We here, lord
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| Let’s go, lord, come on
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| On top of my game with cuban linx in my chain
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| Iconic, icon victorious, whenever the mic is on
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| Stay gettin' it if this foul place see the semi’s clapped
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| Bad Brazilians with hourglass figures and doobie wraps
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| Wordplay is wicked as wild flour, this wild power got me flyin' over the globe
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| 'Mega, where you be at? |
| Not where I be
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| Rich, wealthy and ruthless in Morocco blowin', striving for more chips
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| Steady cheese, guap, papes, bread, C.R.E.A.M, whatever
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| From the projects to small islands, stylin', we run together
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| It feel good, don’t it? |
| Compliments from yours truly
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| Some people doubted but, but fuck it, my source rules
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| Judge wise when I’m connecting dots, I’m so smooth
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| Make a toast for the king diamond, I’m that dude
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| Fantastic, repetitive classics
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| My style’s made to dress you, I style on you bastards
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| From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
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| Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it’s fix
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| Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
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| Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
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| From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
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| Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it’s fix
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| Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
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| Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
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| And watch words flip
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| Yeah, son, yeah, son, sick
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| That’s Jameson’s
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| You know how we do
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| We coming out with nothin' but the raw
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| Let me tell you nigga’s somethin', man
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| We here, lord
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| Y’all know nothing about this life, man
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| Let me tell you one time
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| Glorious, wine deliverer
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| Givin' y’all somethin' so fruitful, truthful
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| Hard felt celebrating this legacy, longevity
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| I define it, garments, they all designers
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| Shoes that be the brightest, my women that be the finest
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| Dining, five star restaurant, exotic shellfish
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| Prominent gift, kush cologne, I smell rich
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| They tell me not to shine, I can’t help it
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| It was meant for me to floss, and make hits 'til them digits add more comma’s
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| Artillery for drama, beaucoup armor
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| Let the piranhas eat up a hater’s flesh, sleep and pyjamas
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| From a I pull out on you
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| Number one Don, Lex so sophisticated, educated
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| Word complex, throughout your project echoes
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| And y’all ain’t heard half of it yet
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| My badge is that of a vest
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| Signatures, anxious to sign more checks
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| From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
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| Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it’s fix
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| Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
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| Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
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| From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
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| Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it’s fix
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| Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
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| Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
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| And watch words flip |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Reign , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп