Raekwon - Wyld In Da Club (feat. Ultra & Ice Water) Lyrics
f/ Ice Water Inc., Ultra[Intro: P.C.]Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sicHolla at me.. yo! Yo!Ice Water! Yo.. yo.[P.C.]Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a nigga***** a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a niggaListen, I've been reppin', only pack big weaponsOne shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsectionI'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya ballsStick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em offHit the Ave with the rooftop off the porchI get money cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me?And if not then ***** what you gotta deal with meI've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of meP.C. creep with at least three heatsAnd a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats[Stumic]Niggas actin' like you don't feel a draftYou seen ya man? Tell him I'ma kill his assAnd I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cashI come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the pastCuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confusedAnd one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudesIt's Stumic, mother*****er and I'm pickin' ya foodAnd ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do youLet's spit on 'em, rush these niggasand crush several *****in', will leave a dent out ya liverOnly kid in the hood with a mustard ninjaHeard you broke down good, well I *****ed ya sister[Chorus 2X: Stumic]Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the clubThis is for my niggas gettin' down in the clubAt the bar throwin' down rounds in the clubTalk slick and get the four pound in ya mug[Break: Polite singing]Yo I keep my gun on me, what the ***** y'all want from me?Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huhThis ain't no joke, it's for realMy niggas they totin' they steelAll it takes a phone call and they ready to rideGet ready to die[Polite]Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spokenNigga, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh)Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speakerWho deep enough to flow with the reaper?Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddleLeavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry KittlesYou niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simpleIf a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple[Ultra]Official I do this, rude maneuverI use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through yaWeak anatomy, ***** the small talk and flatteryYa power is weak, to beef you need much more batteriesKeep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said itWhoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread itFake it or front it, get ambushed and confrontedWith slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomachNiggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'emDead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the clubIs you gon' ***** around and be the nigga dead in the club?(Yeah? Uh-huh..)[Chorus 2X][Raekwon]Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' downSki mask, Chanel shit, move like a terrorist clickNineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dickAll you know is Rae look good, he hoodEnvision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take moneyFresh out the can, Duran look, Astro vanThe ill Castro, rap Son of SamMore Rugers, more bow and arrowsStill no losers, forty five dollars aheadGo at niggas shootin' lyrical leadsStop absorbin, break shit, knock that gay shit out ya head[Chorus 2X]
