Black Mozart

[Kung Fu sample]

"Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill 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

Know what I'm saying?

Straight up, for real

Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real

Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go!

[Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Raekwon]

You better get that money, no matter what you do

Yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit

Raw shit, secret indictment shit

You gotta get that money and represent your crew

Yeah, secret indictments

Be careful niggas, for real, let's go

And keep it true

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked

Four in his pocket, a diamond'd-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 niggas was busting guns

And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats

We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes

Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOATs

[Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Inspectah Deck]

You better get that money, no matter, what you do

You gotta get that money, and represent your crew

Yo RZA, you crazy, man! Ouuuu!

This that "Black Mozart" shit right here (Ouuuu!)

And keep it true

[Verse 2: 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 OGs, holding Os and up

Daily, new drama unfold—"They popped him over what?"

It's so rough—nobody know him, so what?

"Ayo, the money's close by, homie, 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 volure suit

Fruit-flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40-Deuce

Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loop

How they hit Ms. Fisher, they was busting that 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 passionfruit Alizé in back of The Ooh

[Bridge: RZA]

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers

Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers

Bighead, I thought I told you

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers

Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders

Bighead, I thought I told you

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers

[Chorus: 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