Can It Be All So Simple
Raekwon (feat Ghostface Killah) Lyrics

So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by your By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales though (it's funny-)
Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son
Fuck we, we gotta-
Come on, fuck it, let's go over there
Lemme show you the nigga, right-
Hold up, wait up, wait up
Three deep niggas
Think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is
Come on, come on, right over there
There he go, right there
There he go, right there, kid
That cat? Word up
Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)
What the fuck is you doin' man, huh? Huh?
The fuck you talkin' to?
I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to you, what?)
You ain't talkin' to me
The fuck you talkin' about? (You ain't talkin' to me)
Open your hand, man
What the fuck is that in your hand, man? (What?)
Huh? What the fuck? (Ayo, come here)
The fuck I say? (Oh shit)
Come here (motherfuck-, shit)
Come here, yeah, it's my shit
This my shit (get up, get up)
Aight, watch, watch, aight watch
Get up, yo, yo, grab that nigga, grab him (come here, come here)
Oh shit, move, son, move, move, move, damn, damn
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yo, yo
Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit
I'm hit son, I'm hit, I'm hit (yo, son)
Damn, son (yo, oh, yo, yo)
You bleedin' son, bad son
Ayo grab this, grab this, take this, take this
Take this, take this, go on
I'ma go over to God's house, go ahead 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this shit away, man
Go ahead, just go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead
Man fuck that, man seventeen
Man, get the fuck outta here, man (yo son, hurry up son, damn son)
Go ahead man, you dyin', go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead
Hold that shit, son
Yo go ahead, man, go ahead
Niggas try to assassinate me, man (damn)
Yo (we gon' get that cat, man)

Nigga it's-
It's the remix, son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it

Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knockin' off a half-a-cake cash rule, flyin' at a fast rate
I smoked a black Dutch kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust
Spoiled, plus I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force exchange thoughts, showin' love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit
Stumblin', holdin' my neck to the God's rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a .44 nigga

Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)
(Dedicated to babies who came feet first)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to up north and down state)
(Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to projects with black kids)
(Dedicated to man who build pyramids)

Word up
What the f-, yo?
We takin' you on another chamber
Word up, son, you know how we be on it (word to mother, man)
It's real
Show these crabs how to rhyme, man
I think it's time to bless them, word up
Bulletproof
First chamber (hit em, Chef)
Yo, yo

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggas wildin'
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what?
See back in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sportin' Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves
And no searchin' for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz
Mad tens with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife
I paid the price throughout my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes
No time for weed, mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together
'Lo sweaters and better
And fat leather, so whatever
Bring it on

Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off lfie)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)
Can it be that it was all-
(Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gon' see no more)
All so simple then
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island)
(Up north, word up)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)

Peace to man, woman and child
Word up (we got you covered, baby)
Projects (we're here for you)
Projects peoples, one love
Keep your head clear, we outta here
Move in silence
Bad boys creatin' the muderous stacks for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids, blowouts (for real though)
Yo, fly chicks
It's the remix, y'all
For real, the real side
(The RZA, check it)
Razor blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare, boy
Word up




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