Let`s Be Specific

(Chorus)<br>One time, one time, one time<br>Styles kinda different but let`s be specific (2x)<br><br>(Funkmaster Flex)<br>This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y`all<br><br>(Cool Whip)<br>You`se just wasn`t ready for real, so here`s the deal<br>No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fuking horse<br>I`m in the midst of musical moments<br>Lyrical guns bust, Bible`s you trust and body clocks turn to dust<br>Explain and slain, you turn slave, you`re like Batman<br>Running to your bitch ass Batcave<br>Be aware when you witness and turn ?like Burger maids?<br>Got you swimming while you`re dreaming and Cool Whip seamen<br>Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down<br>And crying out for you ladies, muthafuking crybaby<br><br>Chorus<br><br>(Havoc)<br>Foot up ? fitted if you got work<br>We lying in ?sooken? put you on your back, sent you on your way<br>Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns<br>In your louis in Brooklyn<br>Getting ?toer? from the fo`er wit the dress stower<br>Got the 80, oh don`t think ?st.? nickel want to roll up<br>Get your muthafuking shit swoll up<br>Now it`s back to Queens to serve fiends<br>Making t`s for enemies, my eyes on my enemies<br>Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit<br>One time searching me but never ever find shit<br>It`s the everyday, get the loot then breeze<br>Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys<br><br>(Tragedy)<br>The Queen`s nation, representation, I represent<br>Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint<br>Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming<br>My crews mega wit more gunplay then Sega<br>Pick up the celleur, call Capone-N-Noreaga<br>The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo<br>Fuk one time, I`m bucking back at the poo-poo<br>Mr Dany got me acting like that<br>Squeeze macs outta state, ?sacs? one in your tracks<br>I`m addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks<br>So I`m a die trying wit AK`s and Macs<br><br>Chorus<br><br>(Raekwon)<br>Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo<br><br>It`s the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain<br>Analyze papes, staying drape wit heavy chains<br>The Clan has built, pouring armaretta`s in milk<br>Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk<br>For real, Shaolin, house of whylin`, house medallion<br>Peace to cats profiling on the island<br>Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew<br>If I feel shyst, watch the ice turn blue<br>But for now, milk the cow wit the know how<br>Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls<br>He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes<br>Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex<br><br>(Freddie Foxx)<br>I`m in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing<br>Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga cuz you saw<br>99 pushups, I`m fiending for the mic<br>I`m starting to bug the fuk out, I`m stomping on mice<br>They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild<br>Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile<br>Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fuked up<br>Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up<br>Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas<br>Foxx got the black rock down to rhymesayer<br>I`m born on one`s crafty shank ripping skulls<br>Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull<br><br>Chorus