Raw - Intellectual

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door

Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

$900 on the glass table

Wally Clark Gable unable, blow it on a Grey Goose

Picture that, elephant skin, Cartier glasses dim

What's that? Gold around the rim

Hollywoodizin, without going Hollywood

Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood

Stop that scrutenizin, naturize

See my paper rise, promoting it at Lakeshore Drive

Trickin at the shark bar, God

Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah

Rare start grabbing the hair, playin Cuban Linx

Spinning like the swivel chair, yea

No question

[Verse 2: Baby Thad]

The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her

And they got you jealous, claiming that you never liked her

Then I found out y'all was too many dykers

Now I'm hyper, beggin you to hook me with a cypher

See me in the tunnel and you trouble me

Get my dick hard dancing, sipping my bubbly

Yo, beat me in the head, talkin 'bout how you got a man

That can't get freaky as I wanna be

No talk, Giant Size in the game

Colt 45, appliance in the game

Tyrants in the game, huh?

Relying on money, to make sure that my environment change

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door

Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door

Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid

Light skin, what up? Stop splashin

Slang got niggas in the chokehold

Freaking their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo

Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxing, bets play that

Ping-pong champion cats, what?

Campin' out on Fort Myers

Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz

With $10,000 in flyers

[Verse 4: Baby Thad]

The squealing I'm for in the six range things

Make the loyalest cats flip mode, do strange things

Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers

Things of that nature

[Verse 5: Chip Banks]

Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson

Play a brother close to Puff is Branson

Ice work, gleaming I'm catching them, glancin'

I play 'em no mind, by to bar dancin'

White bitches swear Banky like, "You handsome"

Flyin through the hills to fuck in the mansion

Only one way you spendin' the night in here tonight

If your head is right

[Bridge: Raekwon]

Dance turn into a romance

[Verse 6: Raekwon]

Get up, get down, move around, cover ground

Throw it on the brother now, you swore I had your mother on the ground

High rollers that know us

Crisp pop, giftshop holders that rock Polo's

Here they hold they shoulders, yo

Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team

Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door

Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door

Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door

Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more