Raekwon – Letras de Apple Jax (Real Ain't Real 'remix')

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo Gil, that's apple jack right there...
That's funky right there, that's funky right there
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) sittin' here
With the apple jacks on, with the cracks...
Word up... big Polite speak on

[Chorus: Polite]
Aiyo, real ain't real no more, yo, these niggas is fake
You ever stared in the eyes of a snake?
To all my real niggas keeping it street, fuck running your mouth
If it's war, then we talk with the heat
Hitting off til you bastards dead, blaow
Body collapse, and push his brains to the back of his head
And you niggas gon' respect the God, and the word of the streets
You niggas wanna see Lex go hard

[Raekwon]
The truck's Acura, crazy, heavy tuck style, Dutch style
All my niggas look rich, all the bitches fuck loud
Seeing a Benz and look sizzling, don't let it rain, daddy
That's when the reds get more busy
Hyper then shooting at snipers, bloodbaths, some, they laugh
Gleaming in some luxury labs, all the wally down, flicks we flash
Grabbing bitches blowing in whips, every blessing, flip up flags
I put that on my wallet, I'm great, kid with the Purple Tape
Flame names, the Louis Lex Diamonds and the makes
All the bank robbing niggas pump aids, jewelry glass
Commission the mass, to stop the record, pa, switch states, yo
Real niggas get big, fake niggas get hit
Talk about bitches won't come to your shit
I'm throwing on balley's, laying in denalli's
On my way to Cali, fuck niggas I respect, gun playing the slip

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, I sing liver than the Tempts, sitting in the V, choking my hat down
Everybody fly, folding bricks
Once my niggas get on, it's on, I'm popping niggas off top
This is my yacht, stay the fuck off
Ya'll ran with the Cuban, started changing names, nigga listen
I started it, you need to just pass me the chain
Don't give me that "I respect your work" bullshit
I shot the same game, shot niggas in planes and stole niggas wizzes
Yo, that's my ninjas, catching bodies a hobby
Sit back, doola hits, more, listen
Twisting, wrist glisten, slang lord, handle my position
Is to sit back, and kill all fake niggas
And I sware my ear is the rear version
Don't got time to kill on every track, fuck rap, change the wheel
Kneel behind 'burbans, and burst one knee, this is me
All the kid ever wanted was more burners

[Chorus]

[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
Do you know where you going to?
Do you like the things that Lex serving you? But Lex'll murder you

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