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Artist:	Raekwon the Chef
Song Title:	Determination
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[Intro: Raekwon]

I really don't need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now

I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' Manhattan

Real smooth

[Raekwon]

Here we go again son, black Harrison *Ford* on the run

One, beef in the field, it's real

Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock

Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin *Scorcese*-ah

Jumpin outta limo's, *expos*, black rentals

Chasin *niggas* through the projects, polex

Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks

Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what?

Tailin' us in boats and land, *40 caliber* in my hand

Made the left... Lex fam

Sho enough what, *Hummer* craft lookin up, what?

Kid the chipped out *flex* now I'm stuck

Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him

Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him

Changin' the gear the same foot wear

Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here

*Fuck* yea, we up there

Had a little *drugs* there, they was there

Pass it kid, *Novacain* caught a slug there

Had it mastered in fleis-school, *nigga* go whip a plane

Drivin land, map *shit* out, go to night school

Bronze star, feelin who we are

Half animal, whole lotta love, black God

Standin' front and center, from here to winter

Grip the *splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pop-it*

(nothin' but determination)

Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin

Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it

Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Greg Neddles*

Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle

Hearin' the horn of Josh, movin' like the moss

Executive decision play large

Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out

Fightin' like like Julio *Cazar*, blaze y'all

May day, may day, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way

Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya

[Chorus 3X: Raekwon]

Nothin' but determination

[Raekwon]

Part two kid, establish brain power, truth did

Yo it's realer than a *fuck* now, ain't stupid

Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash

Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass*

Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still

Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let's bill

Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue M

Frogmen, repped out cluein, *left all the American Express cards*

Left the passports, time share, *shit up on* in *Escort*

Bail 'em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O'Heara

That old, *Louis McDarren*, see the waves through the mirror

Spot that, hop that, through the top back

Ready to lock somethin', down for the cause, stop that

You play the king, I play the *pawn*, who the king of the Swarm?

You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the *fire* arm

Wit eternal affairs there, I knew I had little bits of love

Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene

He clean though, American *Cream* Team let him leave

See the moral of the story, feelin' me like

Mordon and Glory when they came for me

Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down

Handlin' nines, know the time

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