Raekwon The Chef - Jury Lyrics
Verse 1:Yo, we came long ways but we got onYo, holdin my sons armMake it through the industry calm lordHis name rakim allahWid a wavy threw on shallahBraveheart nigga from start yoWe all scientific instrumentsI got put on mathGoing through ill consequencesRunning from jakes, running in gatesCheck out the main faceWe gotta gas and eraseMe not the ambitious oneI rather be there throw a word or two inWe here, I know we worth money yoJust relax start analyzingfore you start adding your sales taxTook that tool in ooh bout to get large***** that *****ing wit c rulesYall fools, by then 2 rhymes is wroteTrying to master my flowGettin diamonds on the lowSplash me a boatHook: kim stephensWhat Im gonna beIs something more than anyone could think of meDo what you want Im still gon live my destinyIve got one chance to live my lifeAnd as long as Im alive I will make itVerse 2:Hard work a nigga was sold yoJust trying to take control rock me a rollGlock be the goal take my time and buildInto the 36 got real people wanna see usThe word steeles, your work reflects your lifeYour earth respects you twiceCommodity advice chill wid the iceThats when I caught onSell these niggas the illusionAnd plus live it out on spiteYo the block is draining and scaryA nigga might die out hereOr be in some jail law libraryUnlawful entry a century***** I wanna live in jail?Im already in ghetto penitentiaryTalent made me be involuntary to yall nowI just add on and teach one of yallDont get exiled caught up in the mixAnd loose sight focus burstAnd youre forced to go wild yo,HookYeah, yeahYeah, yeahAiyyoVerse 3:Aiyyo,Prosperity endangered so many of usAll the bullshit has got away with murderThats why we can see whos real and whos fakeAnd who bit off the last nigga tape stole his stateWake up we running outta plansThe devil inside of himTricknology is in one handFutures so far to seeThe presents how will it beThe past dont even ask just believeLooking in the dictionaryTrying to spell out hard wordsDefine em and design emI shine and curveTake this jewel in and conquer meI blend it in wit ganjaNot for the babies its a mind sponsorFrom the 17 million God raised2 million lost slaved19 million may we all praiseSo when we wake upLets straighten up and get it togetherFor real and keep all getting paperHookDo what you want Im still gon live my life
