Wu Tang Clan - Non-Album Songs Lyrics - Duck Season lyrics

• [Raekwon the Chef]
  Scrape y'all motherfuckers
  This is my word, when you see us
  When you see us flashing and shining
  And building and adding on
  Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me
  Only ones that who we got respect for
  Is them niggaz that we say peace to
  Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
  Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
  Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
  What up, he made a move, try to assist it
  Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
  Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
  How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
  Now my proposal, it's the global
  From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
  Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
  Shorty called me Santa in December
  But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
  Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up
  We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
  My dolo rapper get you sent back
  Represent the gentlemens who bent that
  Flash medallions like Italians
  La costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a poster
  Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement
  So keep the bust the gun Boo
  Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
  Add on, the billboard sloan
  Check it now, you get the gold dick award
  It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
  Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
  Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree
  Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo
  Stay militant kid, push it like bolo
  You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it
  Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
  Please, y'all niggaz money getting low
  But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough
  Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
  So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
  Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga