Flowers
Raekwon Method Man & GhostFace Killah Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, why'know
Tranquilise, tranqulise
Yeah, yeah
Yo Ghostface! (c'mon)
Raekwon!
Meth!

[Raekwon]
See me in the club, got a gun on my legs
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-e ho
All niggas eatin'
Wreckin' Ball Gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design
My niggas might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
They way his Khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates?
Movin' out, color "gorangos" switch to me, bro
That's how I picture rich niggas with the same coats
All rich niggas with the same coat.

[Method Man]
You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a bitch
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'?
Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the latest fashion,
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and Latins
All N Together, together for worship better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy but they don't Meth-Tical
Prop, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.

[Raekwon]
Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit
Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know
High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent

I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on)

[Superb]
And my mouth stay dry ''cause I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

[Ghostface Killah]
Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
(be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leer)
Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
From Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veer
Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion, when yo' head hit the
Meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter Slim Duch shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the 'hood, we call it double ?faeces?
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
I still catch her for a piece

[Superb]
He's as good as the rest of 'em
And as bad as the worst
So don't hate me
You'd better move over, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[Ghost]
Fuckin' idiots!

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Wallets motherfuckers
That's right, all my shit is Bulletproof
Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)
Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets (DJ! DJ!)
On yo' ass nigga, you heard?
Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance *echoes*

(Stadio)
(One-three)




(Word up!)
(Ya now dead)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Flowers" by Raekwon Method Man & GhostFace Killah incorporates a lot of wordplay and double entendres, making it hard to definitively interpret its meaning. However, there is a consensus among fans that the song expresses the lyricists' prowess and street credibility. Raekwon, in his verse, boasts about his wealth, power, and influence while simultaneously suggesting his potential to inflict harm on anyone who crosses him. Method Man, on the other hand, flexes his lyrical abilities and his ability to attract women while also casually mentioning his possession of weapons. Ghostface Killah's verse is mainly a string of braggadocio, with him claiming bulletproof wallets and asserting his superiority over his enemies.


Overall, the song is a showcase of the members' distinctive styles and lyrical skills, portraying their lives and experiences in the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

See me in the club, got a gun on my legs
I'm carrying a gun with me while I'm partying


Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
I'm choosing the right moments to attack the toughest enemies


Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
I'm taking notes on Live Crew's rap sessions


Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-e ho
I'm lazing around with beautiful women in my recording studio


All niggas eatin'
All my boys are successful and have everything they need


Wreckin' Ball Gangsters, unleash the law
My crew is tough and we don't take shit from anyone


Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores
We wear really cool underwear and hang out with beautiful women


On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
On weekends, we party hard and get wild


Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design
If anyone messes with me, they will be sorry


My niggas might find ya
My friends will find and hurt anyone who does me wrong


Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
I'm on vacation in a tropical location, living the high life


They way his Khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates?
My friends dress well and they get all the ladies


Movin' out, color "gorangos" switch to me, bro
I'm moving out and changing my fancy car to a new color


That's how I picture rich niggas with the same coats
That's how I imagine wealthy people who dress similarly


You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
If you mess with us, you'll be in big trouble


Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a bitch
We're well-prepared and calling someone out to fight me


How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
Let's have some hard drinks and get rowdy


(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
We are the ultimate when it comes to tough guys


Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
Girls in the club love me


Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
Give a shout-out to my drug dealer and let's get high


And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
Aiming my gun and posing for a cool camera shot


Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
Spill your drink on my clothes and we will go somewhere more private


Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'?
My friends have cool nicknames and we are all hanging out


Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
I'm smoking weed and holding my crotch, feelin' fly


Mashin', the latest fashion,
Riding in my car and wearing trendy clothes


Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and Latins
Everyone in the club is dancing together, regardless of race


All N Together, together for worship better
We are all in this together for the greater good


Now I put it down whether it's Methy but they don't Meth-Tical
I kill it even without using my full potential


Prop, skate, roll, bounce
Let's move around in style


I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.
I will get the party started as I dance and move around


Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit
Something went wrong, it feels like we got caught


Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know
We are about to make a big move and everyone knows about it


High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new Lex
I have a lot of money and am as good as owning expensive cars


Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent
We need to get serious and do whatever it takes to fulfill our plans


He's as good as the rest of 'em
I'm just as good as anyone else around


And as bad as the worst
But I also have my faults and negative aspects


So don't hate me
Don't judge me based on my flaws


You'd better move over, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Better make way for me, I'm coming through


Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea
I have a wallet that's tough enough to resist bullets, and it was made in Korea


Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
Let's have a beer and enjoy ourselves, no one will stop our fun


(be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leer)
I'm hiding behind a stove, wondering how Maria could hear me


Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
I have a terrible style that the gods would make fun of if they saw it


From Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veer
The police don't like my moves near the Star's Pizzeria


Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion, when yo' head hit the Meter
The police really don't like it when gunshots are fired and I hit someone


You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
We lost two of our leaders while speeding in a car


Peter Slim Duch shook 'em down for his reefer
Peter Slim Duch was caught by police for having weed


James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter
James chased someone with a hatchet on Easter


Two murders in the 'hood, we call it double ?faeces?
There were two murders in my neighborhood, it's terrible


Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
Watch me as I eat this food, I can eat really well


At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers
I'm at church listening to the preacher speak and sitting in the pews


And your girl, I might eat her
I might even have sex with your girlfriend


I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
I'm more of a lover and less of a fighter


I still catch her for a piece
I'm still interested in having sex with her


Yo, Wallets motherfuckers
Hello, we are the Bulletproof Wallets crew


That's right, all my shit is Bulletproof
All our stuff is highly resistant to bullets


Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)
Bend over a bit to show off the Bulletproof feature


On yo' ass nigga, you heard?
We're going to pounce on you very soon, have you heard?


Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance *echoes*
You're all scum, and you don't stand a chance against us




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES

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@Antertainment531

If you don't have anything by Ghostface in your collection, then you can't talk to me about hip hop. Period!!!

@k.streetspresentsthestreet7970

Real talk

@jamaaldavis7907

💯☝

@mekkar3d17

this album was straight. 🔥🔥🔥

@rasungod7257

Shawtay you ain't never lied!

@floydsteel1703

Meth has one of the best flows ever dawg

@rasungod7257

20 years in 2021 I'm still jamming to this!

@KingDanny9

My favorite song on the album

@gregc7699

i love this album personally i thought it was really underrated

@rascal7855

It was very underated

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