Fuck Them Raekwon (Ft. Method Man)
"Fuck Them" by Raekwon (Ft. Method Man) is a #HipHop track from 2021. The lyrics express defiance against critics and adversaries, emphasizing resilience and loyalty within the hip-hop community. The song features a gritty beat, clever wordplay, and dynamic flows, showcasing the artists' lyrical prowess. Its bold message resonates with fans, reinforcing themes of empowerment and authenticity in the genre.
[Intro: Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck you
[Chorus: Method Man]
What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of
What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo, ayo, Coogies and forty seven flavors, display suade gators
We coming through to blaze neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark, a dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed with Cristal, fan worry
Desert mountain crib in the ground, we housin' this
One point five a liter, take a taste, splash your heater
Smack your face twice, clap your sneakers
Shit is like a mission to Mars, fishing for bars
Taking what's ours, knowledge the car pa
Don't be stupid, get a little cash better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was best, your family pack your shit
Get vexed, leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on later, try to put them on they haters
I met eighty of them niggas yo
Waiting on the sidelines drooling, some need schooling
Let me teach yo, enroll a student what
Rule one: yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo middle finger 5-0s
Take time to climb vines yo
Lay on the lines like Laury only loving Rae kind
Sun splash cash laying like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a Indian man's stash
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck you
[Chorus: Method Man]
What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of
What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo, ayo, Coogies and forty seven flavors, display suade gators
We coming through to blaze neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark, a dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed with Cristal, fan worry
Desert mountain crib in the ground, we housin' this
One point five a liter, take a taste, splash your heater
Smack your face twice, clap your sneakers
Shit is like a mission to Mars, fishing for bars
Taking what's ours, knowledge the car pa
Don't be stupid, get a little cash better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was best, your family pack your shit
Get vexed, leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on later, try to put them on they haters
I met eighty of them niggas yo
Waiting on the sidelines drooling, some need schooling
Let me teach yo, enroll a student what
Rule one: yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo middle finger 5-0s
Take time to climb vines yo
Lay on the lines like Laury only loving Rae kind
Sun splash cash laying like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a Indian man's stash
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