Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)歌词

So that's it kid, youknowhat
I'msayin?
Right here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, whattup
Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup?
Whassup baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right over therewhile you're, while you're filmin that s**t
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head *****, youknowhat
I'msayin?That ***** ain't with heads though
YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a *****
Son we gotta, we gotta go
C'mon it, let's go over there,
I'ma show this ***** right
Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin
Three deep ******
Think ****** don't know what the 's goin on
Come on, come on, right over here
Right onThere they go, right there
That's them right there kid
That cat?Word up
Aiyyo kid?
You're right behind him
What the is you doin man huh?
Huh?[The you talkin to?]
Talkin to you man!
Talkin to you what?[You ain't talkin to me]
What the you talkin about?
Yo, open your hand man, what the is that in your hand man?[What? Huh?]*fight ensues**smack*
What the , the ****
I say?Aiyyo c'mere!
C'mere!Motherfu...
C'mereYeah it's my s**t, my s**t
Get upYo grab that *****, grab him*gun fires*
Yo s**t! *gun fires*
Move Son!
Move! *gun fires repeatedly*
Move move!
Go ahead!
Get him! Ohh s**t!
Ohh s**t, ohh s**t, yo
Yo man, yo
Son I'm hit
Man Son, I'm hit
Yo Son?Son
I'm hitDamn
Son, you bleedin
Son, bad Son
Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this,
I'ma go over to
God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this s**t away man
Go ahead Son, go ahead
Son, just go ahead
Man that, man seventeen
SonYo SonGet the outta here man
Damn SonGo ahead man,
I'm dying go ahead
Hold that s**t
SonYo, go ahead go ahead, ***** try to assassinate me man...[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]
It's the remix
SonCan it be, act like you know
Check it[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake
Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched,
I'm fallin in lust
Spore plush
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, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like
Cagney, and
LaceyChef had that *****
Stacey slippin in
Macy'sI dose off, catch a flashback on how
I got trappedand got licked like
Papsy in a mob flick
I got hitStumblin holdin my neck to the
God's rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my
GuessEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state ***** tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in
Job Corp, but now
I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' *****[Chorus:]{"{"}
Can it be that it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the
Gods and Earths
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
Dedicated to
Up North and down state
Dedicated to rich ****** who sell weights
Dedicated to projects with black kids
Dedicated to man who build pyramids
Word up! What the yo?
We taking you on another chamber
Word up son, you know how we be on it
Yeah it's real
Show these crabs how to rhyme man
I think it's time to bless them, word up
Bulletproof
First chamber
Yo Chef yo[Verse Two: Raekwon]
It started off on the
Island, AK
Shaolin ****** wildin
Old folks scream : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, watchin these crack ******
Playin nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sportin Tommy
Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300
BenzMad 10's with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes ****** 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 ****, mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together, '
Lo sweaters and betterand fat leather, so whatever, bring it on{"{"}
Can it be that it was all so simple then?}[Outro:]
Yeah, for real
Murderous material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for real
Meditating on life
Gold, word up y'all
Crazy fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that
I ain't gonna see no more
Peace to brothers on the
Island, up
NorthWord up
Straight up,
I love you boy, it's on like that
Word up, word up
Peace to man woman and child
Word upI got you covered baby,
I'm here for you
Project, check it
Projects peoples one love
Keep your head clear, we out of here
We move in silence
Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids, blowouts
YoFly chicks
It's the remix y'all
For real, the real side
The RZA, check it
Razor blade sharp
Peace to the
ClanNo other producer can compare boy
WORD UPBring it, battle, beats all types of s**t
For real y'all