Who's Got Bars

Who’s Got Bars? Raekwon VS. Ghostface

Raekwon and Ghostface. These two brothers have collaborated the most out of anyone in the Clan, goin’ so far as to get a co-starring billing on most of their albums. Both got billing on each others debut albums, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.. and Ironman, both considered classics and top 5 Wu solo joints.

But who’s got better bars? Who’s lyricism do you prefer?

“Perhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad money
True lies and White guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building niggas building like little children, staring
Them older niggas ain’t caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh one’s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth’s
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS’s, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal’s crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel em like swords”


[Ghostface Killah]
“Yeah, yo
I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she’s pushin the cart
Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clark’s
That’s what I get, not focusin from hittin that bar
My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark
In the aisle bustin them paper towels and wipin my Wally’s down
I stood up to face a barrel, he’s holdin a shiny pound
It’s him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim
I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again
[singing] That bitch is crazyyyyy
And uh, she brought her babyyyyy
She knew I hard the murders, a smack
It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin nephew grippin his gat
You’s a bitch – [singing] you better kill meeeee
You know you’re bootyyyyyy
You pulled your toolie, out on meeeee… motherfucker
First thought was to snatch the ratchet
Said fuck it and fuckin grabbed it
I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin
I wrestled him to the ground, tustle, scuffle, constantly kicked him
He wouldn’t let go the joint, so I fuckin bit him
Shots was whizzin, hittin Clorox bottles
Customers screamin, then the faggot ran out of hollows
I had to show him what it’s all about
Next thing you read in the paper, “A man who came to kill gets knocked out”

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