Fuck Them
Raekwon Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo Fuck you
A strong opening statement indicating the disregard and disdain for someone/something.

[Chorus: x2] What you want to be when you grow up You want to be thugs You want to be pranksters You want to sell drugs You want to be gangsters That's what silly boys are made of
The chorus aims to criticize the young boys aspiring to be criminals instead of following a righteous path while highlighting the foolishness in doing so.

Aiyyo, aiyyo Cool G's and forty seven flavors Display swade gators We comin through To blaze neighbors Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark A dutch spark it Lex Leonardo arts profit Apple cranberry mixed with crystal Fan worry Desert mountain crib in the ground We arsonists One point five a liter Take a taste Splash your heater Smack your face twice Clap your sneakers Shit is like a mission to Mars Fishin' for bars Takin' what's ours Knowledge the car Pa
The rapper flaunts his opulence and arrogance by bragging about his expensive taste in alcohol, sneakers, and food, while hinting at causing destruction to his neighbors. He also boasts about his knowledge, comparing it to a valuable car.

Don't be stupid Get a little cash Better swoop it Throw it in the ground and recoup it Next check was best Your family pack your shit Get vexed Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves Some niggas catch on later Try to put them on they haters I met eighty of them niggas yo Waitin' on the sidelines droolin' Some need schoolin' Let me teach yo And roll a student what Rule one Yo respect if you lose son Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn All hell to niggas in jails With sharks in they fishtanks Now he come home he a whale Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo We realer up in my shows yo Middle finger five O's
The rapper advises listeners to make money smartly and to be proactive with their earnings. He also addresses those that try to follow their path later or those that criticize their lifestyle, indicating that they need guidance. Additionally, he observes the predatory nature of prison and its ability to turn a small-timer to a big player.

Take time to climb vines yo Lay on the lines Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash Aiyyo
The rapper celebrates his achievements, likening them to a leisurely climb up a vine. He also acknowledges his love interest while comparing his wealth to bags of hash wrapped in an Indian man's stash.

Aiyyo, get up Lex should be braggin' Get it up Fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness He large rock this Fresh Ferrari in a drop six Fro's Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo Oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream See what I mean black queen Stop actin' like crack fiends an' Brawl we want to thank all of y'all Play the wall hype Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin' Grab the remain, divorce (Uh) Shame came to yours We like green Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)
The rapper continues to brag, presenting his successful lifestyle to the audience, while highlighting his appreciation for women and the beauty surrounding his lifestyle. He encourages his fans to enjoy his success and party with him.

Ladies and gentlemen Your about to see A pastime hobby about to be Takin' to the next degree By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee Watch out bitches is too nosey Backhand slappin' the phoney Got to walk it off can't mosey Who got you open up Crack pipe still smokin' Face frozen Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron My thing hold down the play-pen And say the nursery rhymes they makin Come on now Shits too real
The song takes a more violent and aggressive turn as depicted in the verses. The two rappers threaten those who criticize their wealth and success and address drug addicts, calling them out for their addiction and damaging lifestyle. They then proceed to boast about their musical prowess.

Fuck you and now your man feel Time don't stand still for y'all bitches Want to Big Ball I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals I'm losin' it now Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw She multi-colored like a rainbow Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo On tracks we connect, politic ditto Take that to that
The song concludes on an aggressive note challenging those trying to compete with the glory and success of the rapper, while highlighting their ability to connect with like-minded individuals and spawn new pieces of work.