A Tony Starks and Blue Raspberry Lyrics

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It's a mystery inside
Of how I'm gonna get mine
I'm thinkin' 'bout so many ways
Of how to conquer these rainy days

You sang beautifully just now
I sing for him, and he isn't here

"It's goin' down, man, word, man"
"What's up, black?"
"Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man"
"Word?" (It's rainin')
"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

Yo
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos made from scratch
But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies
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?
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
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
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?

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)

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?

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)

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

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Raekwon and Ghostface's song Rainy Dayz describe the struggles of surviving in a harsh environment where money is hard to come by. The first lines of the song express the uncertainty and desperation that comes with this harsh reality. The next lines reveal the artist's thought process in trying to find ways to deal with these difficult times, whether it be through illegal activities or pursuing their music career. The chorus emphasizes the mental toll these hardships can take, as someone the artist knew has fallen victim to the street life.

Throughout the rest of the song, Raekwon and Ghostface paint a vivid picture of the grim realities of living in urban poverty. The artists describe the dangers of drugs and violence that plague their communities, as well as the struggle to earn a decent living. They also touch on themes such as loyalty, friendship, and the importance of staying true to oneself despite the harsh conditions.

Overall, Rainy Dayz is a powerful and introspective song that sheds light on the struggles and difficulties of urban life.

Line by Line Meaning

It's a mystery inside
I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to make money

Of how I'm gonna get mine
I need to find a way to get money

I'm thinking 'bout so many ways
I'm considering several options

Of how to conquer these rainy days
I need to find a way to be successful even when things are tough

It's raining, he's changing
The difficult circumstances are having an effect on my friend's mental state

My man is going insane, insane
My friend is becoming increasingly unstable

The war is on, yo
I'm engaged in a struggle to be successful

On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
When times are tough, I think about my options

How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my bitch
I need to find a way to become wealthy

Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
I spend a lot of time working with people who are similar to me

We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
There are different ways we could try to make money, including crime or music

But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
The pressures of the music industry make me want to retreat

How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch
My friend Leon has figured out how to make money from scratch

But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
I'm confident I will be successful in time

Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies
When I'm successful, I'll be able to afford expensive clothing

Old flicks remind me of Gucci's
Old movies remind me of how things used to be

Back in Union Square when little Mack's milk, blast the year
I remember a specific place and time when things were different

That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four
Things have changed a lot since then

Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
People are desperate for drugs

Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back
My friend Starks has returned from out of town

Niggas want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack
My associates want drugs from me, but I'm hesitant

Coke rocks flood the co-ops living gossip
The area is overrun with drug activity

Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it
People are snitching to the police and need to stop

Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks
The housing projects are falling apart

The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets
Drug addicts either get their fix or die

I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind
I need to find a way to make money like my family before me

Sipping on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined
I enjoy luxury items and think black people can be powerful

(Raining) Divine
It's raining, but it's all part of God's plan

Waiting on these royalties takes too long
I'm tired of waiting for money I believe I deserve

It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay these
It's frustrating to wait for money

But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me
I don't want to take any drastic measures to make money

I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship
I want to make money quickly and easily, like writing

Meat heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
I can be violent when necessary and can make quick, flashy moves

So now talk shit nigga, what??
I'm not afraid to confront people who I believe are disrespecting me

What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes
I wonder what causes natural disasters

The beat breaks, cause all my niggas to break son
We are all affected by the music we listen to

Styles is similar to criminals locked up
The way I rap is similar to how criminals speak

With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
Violence and poverty have caused problems in the community

I live once though, the mind stays infinite
I only have one life, but my mind is always active

Traveling to touch nine planets, in my midst
I have an active imagination and like to travel mentally

While I carry, to earn a decent salary
I'm focused on making enough money to get by

Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
I want to settle down and start a family, but that's in the future

Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
I dream of having a lot of money and enjoying the finer things in life

And real cats cold watch my back
I want loyal friends who will protect me

But listen to the Wu son, and maintain
Listen to our music and stay focused

It's all real, starving individuals kill
People will go to extremes to survive

I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
I only smoke what I think is good for me, and avoid harmful substances

Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes
Low-income housing is often dirty and unsafe

Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it
Some people will work hard to succeed, while others will resort to crime

So many fake half real freedom-ville
There are a lot of fake people who pretend to be successful

Born to science my alliance analyzes
I use my intelligence to analyze my surroundings

Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this
There are many unexpected situations in life

The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting
Poor people are struggling to survive

With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn
People flaunting their wealth may attract robbers

Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up
Relax, only people I trust should be smoking with me

I hate to have to tie the next guy up
I don't want to resort to violence, but I will if necessary

Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends
Listen to the radio station and our music

Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up
I'm going to tell you the truth about what's going on, prepare yourself

Now who's a legend?
Who is truly great?

No sunlight, more gun fights
Things are getting worse, not better

I've lost him to the street life, street life
My friend has chosen a life of crime and/or drugs

No cash flow, no more dough
There is no way to make money

He's someone I don't even know, someone I don't know
My friend has changed so much, I don't recognize him

Rainy Dayz, getting through those rainy dayz
Surviving tough times

The street life, the street life, whoa
The dangers of criminal behavior and drug use

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Corey Woods, Robert F. Diggs

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