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Chef Raekwon - Born 2 Win Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Clear my table, you know, word up
See your boss, right?
Tell that nigga the EP's is lookin' for him
It's real urgent, yeah, talk all called out
Aight?

[Raekwon]
The flip look disgusted, the new wallabees rush
Ya'll can't count 'em, I found 'em in Russia
The Benz bling, doin' my thing, real recognize
Leadership, one that pop for his rings
All the real murderers, the pick pocketing, the struggle
Live muthafuckas, keepin' it real, I heard ya
Get to breakin' something, tracks, flip me like 80 somethin'
Beats, I be diggin' they backs
All you know that kept his Clarks dyed, blue whip
Ran with, real millionaires, billionaires, call him 'cool villain'
Throw out, verses like blaow, give 'em watches on stuntin' foul
All that heavy jury is ours, The Clan, yup, lovin' them niggas
Regardless how it's gonna go down, just blow rounds, lick fake niggas
Yeah, the outfits is scary, ya'll hungry and my reptiles'll wrap you
Thousands, Israeli style, immune to this, nothing, it's you
I want, cruise through the drama, died that week in Bahamas
Frontin', me? I'm lampin' like a star, but it's
Take money, ill chain, that's classic, yellin' xxxxx ya'll regardless", yea

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
For niggas that's born to win
You ready to set it? I got you baby boy, just walk me in
Let's get to poppin' off, Lex, plottin' more
Don't have to see me in your hood, in a 'renz

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, sour dough, stashed in a box
Knucklehead, the track, ill rocks
Playin' the floor, walls, we on lock
Some many niggas with bread, xxxxxxx be coming out of nowhere
Just bring the bottles and watch
Extease, the G-500, blunted, we sittin' like Indians
East pipe knife in the sock
Everybody gather 'round, here's a new ruler in town
Shout out to legend Rick, jewelin' me down
Bricks of ice, hundred bags smoking 'em pipes
Live out the large shit, in the garage, all night
Check out the killings, mac 10, action packed gats
And gorillas play the store yo, with urgency crack
Guess down, stone wash in Austin
Every burner bloody yo, every nigga ain't gully, he wack
I stand on the throne, crack slingin', huddled with chrome
Looking just like daddy came home, yo give me dap, come on

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, I'mma leave the ish bent, been awoke
Can't none of ya'll handle the nigga, even if I went broke
I still eat good, the feet fleets, movin' in jeeps
Or we good, that nigga fronted, catch a hundred shots with equal
Extra sneaky, get me a release piece, freak me
Got the Jodeci joint rockin', doin' it unique featuring
Flyin' to Germany, hittin' mad hunns that heard of me
Philly joint, burgundy, ya'll hurtin' me

[Chorus 2X]