[Intro: Raekwon]
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Word up, unc's is a live nigga
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Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby?
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Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa
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Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for real
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Love you to death, nigga
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Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle
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Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey
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[Raekwon]
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For years, he had the coast's on lock
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Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop
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Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta anxious
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His face is rude, that made him more dangerous
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Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces
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He rock glaciers, well known in strange places
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Been killin' niggas, all ages
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Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin mazes
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Love stay greens, livin' in Queens
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Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team
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Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up
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Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was into soccer
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Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's on
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Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad
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He had the Shaft look, and then he yell Rae
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He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books
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Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the can
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Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam
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Eyes bloody, pop Vasine and he studied
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Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in Brooklyn
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I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the hook
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He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and gongs
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Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's daddy
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Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy
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Yeah, young'n's, supposed to marry
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Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats, he threw the toast at me
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I wanted to be with him badly
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Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves, they all glow gladly
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Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin' me
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He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby
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I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk money
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You'se a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby
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Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin' money after you gone
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He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan
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Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong
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Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live
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Make these niggas realize you gon' be number one
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[Chorus: n/a (Raekwon)]
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He's a high roller, he's a shot caller
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He's a slick talker, he's a big baller
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(Wise words he spoke to me, look how it's suppose to be)
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Uncle
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Raekwon |