Knuckleheadz
Raekwon featuring Ghost Face Killer A/K/A Tony Starks and Golden Arms A/K/A Lucky Hands Lyrics

Let me-, let me hold that
Can I borrow that from you?

One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me What? Three for you
Sharing the spoils but making sure I get mine too

Get, get, man, I'll smack-
Don't mess with me or I'll hit you

Fuck is out here goin' on? Smack fire out your fuckin ass What the fuck you think this is, man? Get the fuck up outta here, man
What's happening? Don't test me or I'll hurt you and get you out of here

So, yo, matter of fact, matter of fact
Actually, you know what

Think my head is made out of fuckin' flyer
Don't take me for a fool or an easy target

Shit aight, just- This ain't even enough bread right here This ain't enough
This offer is not good enough, we need more money

We gon' shoot right over there (fuck that man, yo) And, yo, them niggaz got the big cream over there Aight, let's get this cash smooth, nigga
Let's go over there and take the money, they have a lot of it, we need to be smooth and quick

So chill Yo, Duke, spark up, light up the tropical, kid Alright don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid Just chill
Relax, let's smoke some weed, don't think I'm stupid, just chill

Let's go get this money fast, son I know how we gotta do this kid (aight)
We need to get the money quickly and I know exactly how to do it

You scrunge-head motherfucker
Insult directed at someone (scrunge-head means dirty or low-life)

Yo, lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines Pullin' nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes They eyes closed, we gettin' loot No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about Guns go off and now a murder route, I'm out
We make our move during the crime while drinking and holding our guns, stealing expensive clothes. They are not even aware as we take the loot and escape. Our operation is so secret that nobody knows but us. If things get violent and someone dies, we flee the scene

My raps play the part like in Get Smart Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin' Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn And rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F.
My rhymes are like a spy movie, secret agent and amazing with blazing styles. I'm like Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a hotel, rhyming with my guys Lou and Robert F.

We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles Havin' them poodles on the lockdown Buyin' me Amarettos and chewables Smackin' pharmaceutical Rap niggas on dust and woos Yo, I told you, some kill, robbed and fold The goal's untold, fuck it it beats parole
Like Method Man from Wu-Tang Clan, we mess with other rappers. We keep their girls under control, buying us drinks and drugs. We take pills, even prescribed drugs. Some of us kill and steal without getting caught or going to jail

So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow Goddamn I got it sewn And yo, what up wop-wop? The suitcase high and we can talk You can walk out the fuckin' building and get caught Save the fully inflatable
I'm confident and in control of the world. I've got everything sorted out so well. Hey, what's up? The suitcase is valuable and we can discuss. You can leave without worry since it's safe with us

Rap relatable, drug relatable Niggas here to play with you A hundred dollar Rottweiler spoil the spot sellers Guns and Glocks for the niggas who got props Off top, jail niggas get mad bigger And, yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures
We are here to relate to the people through our rap and the drugs we sell. We are the ones to mess with you, causing trouble. We use expensive Rottweilers to intimidate our rivals. We have guns and powerful connections. In jail, we become bigger and more dangerous. I send someone a hundred pictures

Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama Comma, plus smoke real ass marijuana Chef Maranzano, boats across the Verrazano Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate And get cream in the cuisine of Queens I told you, money skated with the night beams, and two rings
I swear to my mother, our rap group is full of exciting events. We smoke real good marijuana. The chef Maranzano is excellent and travels on boats. I shoot my gun with deadly precision and get money through Queens' food. I previously told you about the money we made from the night

Crazy fag, I'm gettin' ready to do this shit Sniff mad shit, man Niggas better not even step on my shit
I'm going to do something really crazy and intense. I'm getting high on drugs, and nobody should mess with me

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath Here's his photograph
Who is the fool seeking attention? Let's punish him in the drug business, where he is well-known. He thinks he's the lead and the best, but he's nothing special. Here's his photo

Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast At full blast Then skate to the gate further upstate I heard they got crazy weight Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks Yo, look out for Jakes Give it all it takes Let's burn the place before we motivate Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it Hits without a trace Never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface
Rush into his laboratory and wear no masks, but think quickly. Don't ignore the cash and the drugs, and grab everything. Quickly use tear gas and get out in a hurry. Let's escape to a gate upstate, where they have a lot of weight. Look out for the police. Let's destroy the place before we leave. Hey Blake, don't pretend, rape his girlfriend. If she screams, use the gray tape. The drugs are on the plate. There are dead bodies found in the water, related to drugs, and some kids didn't make it. Our hits are completely discreet. Only Raekwon and Ghostface are seen, not our drugs

Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth The rap scar is on, rap parmesan Poke on, put it on, seal it on, we're silicone Spark it on your Talk-a-thon This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones Blowin' out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent
Congratulations Chef, let us celebrate with some marijuana. The rap game is real and we won. Let's plug in, turn it up, and make our mark as if we are silicone. Start something new on your radio show with our music. Our fantastic rap style is so good. Message us on our phone and we'll help you. This rap is groundbreaking and genuine, hitting the notes that others can't. We are blowing out jaws with our power, but your rap is fake

Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense Be on your rap sword defense These microphone professional, sensational Fully operational, I got niggas here to play with you
Follow this rap map, and prepare yourself for excitement. Be ready to defend yourself as if in a sword fight. We are experts on microphones, exceptional and completely serious. We are ready to face anyone who wants to play with us

You know the steez, you know my whole program Brothers from the No-Lands All we want is the Gs, guns and grams Livin' fat like the Hoffa Mafia, sippin', eatin' pastas Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots Slugs hit the Pelle, punch holes into the belly Sucker tried to knock me out the box like Skelly I smoke the weed dreams, I drop top to the breeze Honey dip spendin' Gs on nails and hair weave The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse 'Aight' 'Yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?' 'Fuck it, man'
You already know my style, you know what I'm up to. We are from a place with no real opportunities, and all we want is money, guns, and drugs. Living very well like the legendary Jimmy Hoffa, we spend time at home telling stories of our adventures. Before we got intense and acted recklessly, we got our acts together and kept guard of our property. Someone tried to kill me, but I survived. I smoke marijuana and drive fancy cars while women spend thousands on their looks. I am a crime boss who never loses, using excessive force. We can take the A-Train and the back of the subway to get around. Yes. You know what I mean. Let's get to it.