Tash Mahogany - Black Mozart lyrics

[Kung fu sample] *sounds of fighting* Stupid fool, you're forcing me to k** you! [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, you know how it go Fresh from the stationary hall of justice Real rhyming, real movement, real life Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Krug on the wall Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real Yo, RZA, talk to these n***as, man, let's go, man, for real Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta sh**, groovy sh** Raw sh**, secret indictment sh**, yeah Secret indictments, be careful, n***as For real, let's go [Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew And keep it true [Raekwon] As reaper stay sprayed, still n***as is smoked Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator Near the cookies and the bundles of dope Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross All this paper, profit make her lay there and post With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke Black, yo, I been hustling since n***as was busting guns And scuffling, and jumping n***as over some coats We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's [Hook] [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Yo RZA, you crazy man This that Black Mozart sh**, right here [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what? It's so rough, nobody know him, so what? Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew Sipping pa**ion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh [RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers [Hook]