We Will Rock You Ringtones

Who the hell teaches you kung fu? Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well! (Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?) Nah kid, but I'mma give you one them old Raekwon crime joints Feel me? We will, we will... We will, we will -- here we go Well it was late one night, walking through the park With my leathered down coat and wallabee Clarks Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big wrist So much excitement in the air, I was crisp Money suitcase, Louis joint (yo, Rae, I'mma get some shit just like yours!) Go make it happen, black God and get rich Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit They made a right on me, them last two dicks Know I seen 'em, Max loaded, jog right back to the car They spun around again and blast they shits I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5 You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed yo shit I'mma don my way out the bitch, moving through the car Nice and slow, two hoodies on and a golden pit Nigga had a white eye, they both blacked down What's the clown shit for? The dog jumped in the whip It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, nigga, freeze) I told the Chef Raekwon, pump the breaks Slow it down, you know these C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said "Black niggas in the Jeep, get the fuck out the car" "Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar" He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the cannister Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth That was pointy as the daggers of the Indian Chiefs Same cops known for exorting pimps and booking whores Aimed glocks at me and Rae, cuz they was looking for A few MC's wanted for a string of break-ins Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins We will, we will, rob you We will, we will, glock you We will, we will, what? who? (not you) Here we go... You know my Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta With stamina, peace to Chef, Mr. Meth Move it on your left, with the Iron Lung breath Ghostface Kill', U-G ill Deck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medic Ahh, Allah Just, The Abbott, ya'll niggas can't forget it You might catch a Cap if your shit ain't Street Allah Mathematics make the cypher complete See knowledge is the foundation of existence To know starts the spark of the flow Wisdom activation of the Nation moving Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters And the Masta, culture be the way of life Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power Spending hour after hour, preparing his self For the hour, now look how refined When the mind and body is one, every part of me Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth Destroy the bullshit, born incomplete