Rap Life

[Tash]
Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things
You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh

Rap niggaz, we dippin individuals
Some of us be frontin, some of us is really criminals
Swimmin in the women and money we never had, it's sad
Rap could turn a good nigga bad
But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle
I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro
Whats up though, I'm still the same nigga, a superfreak
I blow a G a week, catch me burnin rubber up the street
Rap niggaz, always smokin indo
So everytime we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window
But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless
My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists
Rap money, we get that shit and blow it
We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it
Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK
Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A.
Let me get that

Chorus: Raekwon the Chef

Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds
Be like all them niggaz on it
Which side rock the most, it don't matter cause it get notes
Meet you on the left side of the boat
Coast, drivin it most, we like where them niggaz go
We like everywhere, party where the fans go
It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype
Got ya station in a smash right

[Tash]
My Likwit niggaz made a killin
We dropped three albums and got the whole world dancin on the ceilin
So I'm feelin like the villian that cracked that safe's combo
My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot em through my condo
He shot em through, they peeped my CD through
They startin askin questions, but fuck the interview
What y'all really wanna do? They said, ";Pop the Crist'";
I said you like rap? Well wrap ya mouth around this!
Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin
We on the motorcyles doin ninety down my hall and
with the gold chain swingin fallin to the street
This rap life got us buyin shit we don't need
We don't need the jet skis but let's buy em, just to try em
We splashin out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein
us now, and we don't fuck around with no wife
Cause all my niggaz is livin the rap life

Chorus

[Raekwon the Chef]
First of all before we move on
Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon
Mergin in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb
Real ill niggaz smack birds
Fat words showin proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill
Smack a blackbird, jettin in an Ac-hurse
Big Jim stay grinnin in a six spinnin it kid
Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him
Stand posin blowin shit, coast from east and west
We rockin our vest, cannon might roast you
High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rockwilder
Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar
Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow
Shinin like a lamp post, my camp post
Cream leather green leaves forever
Goin to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together
What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz
High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags