Rainy Dayz
Raekwon Lyrics

It's a mystery inside
I'm uncertain

Of how I'm gonna get mine
On how to earn my keep

I'm thinkin' 'bout so many ways
Contemplating numerous possibilities

Of how to conquer these rainy days
Overcoming difficult times

"It's goin' down, man, word, man"
Trouble is on the horizon, I hear you

"What's up, black?"
What's the situation?

"Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man"
Someone has just committed a crime against me

"Word?" (It's rainin')
Oh really? (It's raining outside)

"I'ma fuckin'-, yo, I'ma murder somebody man For real I ain't playin'" "Whatever, man, whatever" (he's changin') (My man is goin' insane, insane) The war is on
My friend is losing it and wants to kill someone, and I can see that it's time for a fight

Yo
Listen up

On rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
I contemplate on ways I can make money on rainy days

Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
Spending long nights with my crew talking about stealing, performing, and doing whatever we can to earn money

But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch How it goes the only pesos made from scratch
Sometimes I feel like quitting rap and going back to crime because the only way to earn money is to hustle hard

But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies
I'll eventually get rich like Bugsy but until then, I'll wear fancier clothing and accessories

Old flicks remind me of Gucci's Back in Union Square when little Maxmil, blast Pierre That was Build Build, fast forward, '94 Who got the bad base?
Remembering the past brings back old memories of Gucci sneakers and back to when Maxmil shot someone named Pierre in Union Square in 1994. Then, who had the best music back then?

Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy Jake, Starks is back Niggas want work, nine brought back off a G-pack
Junkies want more and I need a blessing out of state. Supposedly, Starks is back and people are asking for drugs.

Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip Them big lip niggas singin' to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks The fiends geeked, new faces get wrapped in sheets
The projects are full of drug addicts and informants, and everyone's life is slowly being ruined because of it.

I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line Sippin' on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined (Rainy days) divine Waitin' on these royalties takes too long It's like waitin' on babies, it makes me wanna slay thee But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship Meat heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now talk shit, nigga, what?
I need to earn money like my mother's old profession, quickly. Sometimes it feels like a long wait for money that's mine. It doesn't feel right to get violent but if I have to, I will.

It's rainin', he's changin' My man is goin' insane, insane It's rainin' (past sunlight, more gunfight) (Look out, baby girl, word up)
My friend's being changed by the situation and I can see he's about to go insane. It's raining and reminding me of bad times and danger

What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes? The beat breaks, cause all my niggas to break, son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once, though the mind stays infinite Travelin' to touch nine planets, in my midst While I carry, to earn a decent salary Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max And real cats gon' watch my back But listen to the Wu son, and maintain It's all real, starvin' individuals kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects, infested with rats, cats, and crack homes Half of us'll try to make it The other half'll try to take it So many fake half real freedom-build Born to science, my alliance analyzes Wild surprises, keepin' my eyes wide to this The unfortunate, layin' in mountains Countin' with jewelry on Can it be the next team house to haunt? Chill, dun, just for real ones, light the lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends Now I'm steerin' you to truth, buckle up Now who's a legend?
What causes the bad weather? Maybe the beat of my music is the cause of people acting out of line. My style is like that of a criminal, and I see the ghetto is messed up. I plan to live a decent life with a good job, watch my back, and listen to WuTang Clan. I smoke weed to stay sane and stay away from dangerous drugs like crack. The projects are ruined by drug addicts, both legit and not legit. The strong survive while many others try to steal. Watch out for fake friends. Know when to smoke weed and when not to.

It's rainin', he's changin' (word up, dun) It's rainin' (peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up y'all) My man is goin' insane (he's-) My man is goin' insane, insane (Word up the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all)
It's still raining and my friend's still changing. Let's give a shoutout to Philly and Virginia. My friend's really gone off the deep end now. It's ballistics here, almost like we're in space.

No sunlight, more gun fights I've lost him to the street life (I've lost him to the street life) Street life No cash flow, no more dough He's someone I don't even know, someone I don't know Rainy Days
It's not sunny anymore, just gunfights. I've lost my friend to the dangerous streets. I can't find him, and he's not the same person anymore. Times are tough.

Gettin' through those rainy days Gettin' through those rainy days Gettin' through those rainy days Gettin' through those rainy days I lost him to the street life The street life, oh-whoa-whoa
We've gotta get through these tough days. I've lost my friend to the streets and it's been tough. He's not the same person anymore.