diff --git "a/songs/wutang/Ghostface Killah.txt" "b/songs/wutang/Ghostface Killah.txt" new file mode 100644--- /dev/null +++ "b/songs/wutang/Ghostface Killah.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,17820 @@ + +************************************************** +Winter Warz[Intro: Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, & (Masta Killa)] +It's on +Where your sparkle at kid? +(RZArector) + +[Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)] +Yes the shit is raw coming at your door +Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" +Yes the hour's four, I told you before +Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) + +[Verse 1: U-God] +This rhyme you digest through the RZA console +Ask why I slam Nine Diagram pole +Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback Notre Dame +Golden Arms is bronze Buddha palm hit Qu'ran +It blows extreme, mainstream be the theme, supreme team +America's Cream Team, redeemed +Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone +Gun POW to the dome and split the bone +Wig blown off the ledge by the alleged +Full-fledged, sledge RZA edge +One dose of my feroc' handheld trigger cuts +A capella spitting shell paralyse if you get touched +And critical mic cords, hanging like umbilical +Cords, dope swords, five star general +Raw be the quote rap style sore throat +Through the fully operational, hand held tote, mhm + +[Hook: Raekwon] +Yes the shit is raw coming at your door +Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +A hundred thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done +I hold a title, and here's how my belt was won, check it +Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected +Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort +You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes +My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges +Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind +With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear +So sit back and let the king explore +Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords +And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines +With more gains than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains +Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this +You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this +Side effects of hot raps and hot tracks +A duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black +My culture, glides and attacks you like a vulture +Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster + +[Hook: Raekwon & (Cappadonna)] +Yes the shit is raw coming at your door +Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" +Yes the hour's four, I told you before +Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) + +[Verse 3: Masta Killa] +Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect +That fills more body bags than apartments in projects +And as far as the coroners know +The autopsy show it was a Shaolin blow +Put on by my family brought to the academy +Of the Wu and learnt how to +Fuck up your anatomy steadily, calm and deadly +Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit +MCs submit to the will as I kill your +Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mental +Devils worship this like an icon +Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python + +[Hook: Raekwon] +Yes the shit is raw coming at your door +Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more" + +[Verse 4: Cappadonna] +You heard other raps before but kept waiting +For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong +Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong +Extravaganza, time sits still +No propaganda, be wary of the skill +As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum +Dedicated to rap nigga, beware of the fearsome +Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat +CD massacre, murder to cassette +I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet +One man ran, tryna get away from it +Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh +Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream +Discombumberate your technique and your scheme +Four course applause, like a black dat to dat +You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map +Nowhere to go except next show bro +Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O +In battling, you don't want me to start tattling +All up on the stage 'cause y'all snakes keep rattling +Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich +Every other day my whole dress code switch +So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry +All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry +Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen +Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out +I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill +See my face on the twenty dollar bill +Cash it in, and get ten dollars back +The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax +Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve +Put all the other LPs back on the shelf +And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7 +1-6-0-4-9-3-11 +And you could get long dick hip-hop affection +I damage any MC who step in my direction +I'm Staten Island best son, fuck what you heard +Niggas still talking that shit is absurd +My repertoire, is U.S.S.R +P.L.O. style got thrown out the car +And ran over by the Method Man Jeep +Divine can't define my style is so deep +Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy +Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine +Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design +I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind +'Cause you weak in the knees like SWV +Tryna get a title like Wu Killa Bee +Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott +Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet +Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years +Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears +In Born Power, born physically, power speaking +The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching +************************************************** +Mighty Healthy[Intro] +My God, so they are killers +I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing +They sort of develop a taste for blood +Yeah, that's right +They kill one man, or kill ten +It's all the same (Yes) +After all, they can only hang you once + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty +Low down, blew off the burner, kinda dusty +The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host +Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro +Son's triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cycle and +Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in' +West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron Duels +Turn nuns to Earths, Whoopi, she at Allah school +Inhale break beats of Hell a-alikes propel parallel +Duracell knot, you flashed a burnt cell +Snap out of Candyland, kids, the old rumor is +Blacks become immune and shit, we never did +Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs +Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar +Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land +You god damn right I fuck fans, king me +Check, checkmate, props like the micro chip founder +Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now + +[Bridge: Ghostface Killah] +When we hug these mics we get busy (Busy) +Come and have a good time with G-O-D (G-O-D) +Make you snap your fingers or wiggle (Wiggle) +Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle (Giggle) +Shake that body, party that body +Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry +That's word, I'm not the herb +Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying? + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert +Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spiteful +Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter +Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us +We lay low, glitter wax full bangles +Priceless ropes, lay around the God, get tangled +Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass +Twelve men following me, it be the God staff +Move, every script's like Miramax +Smashed the big boy, totaled it, Wilshire and Fairfax +Sun beamin', wifey on the beach sipping Zima +Wu 'binos to Latinos, we love Selena +Overnight, God schedules, FedEx +Pretty silhouette, velvet nice, DNA scroll genetics +Too hot to handle, one thought from scrambling the mandolin +Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when +He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts +Yo kid, stop fronting on the grounds 'fore you get touched +It's Canada Dry sess with Allah, son +We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry + +[Outro] +For every blow, depends on breath control +So it's the first thing you must learn +Fortunately it's easy +You'll soon learn +My God, so they are killers +Killing and killing +They sort of develop a taste for blood +My God, so they are killers +My God— My God, so they are killers +************************************************** +Nutmeg[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup? +This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island +You know I don't really mean no harm +But it just happens you know +When I step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga +That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em +Check it out though, ayo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Scientific, my hand kissed it +Robotic, let's think optimistic +You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it +Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie +Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie +Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo +Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll +Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole +Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel +But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy +Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak a lemon pie +I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted +Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded +You fake cats done heard it first +On how I shitted on your turf that time, Cuban Link verse yo +Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry dripping +Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching +As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs +Give one to Rae', let's season they broth +Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneed a Sheeba for hiva +Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder +Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry +My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi +Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that +See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat +Straight off + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah... yeah +I just want y'all niggas +Smack all y'all niggas, and niggarettes +Universal death threats, yeah +This be the God Body +Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers +The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers +Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge +Porch for the biggest beer, seasoned giraffe ribs +Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze +Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke +All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal +Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam +Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking deuce pictures +Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches +Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it +Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it +Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap +Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shit? +Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung! +Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, you see what I mean? +You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies? +Get in line, punk! +You should be studying your arts instead of studying me! +That's how you lost your first job, punk! +Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up! +Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga +He was on the fourth, I was on the third + +[Verse 3: RZA] +Pass me a honey-dipped spliff +Black mental cause continental drift +One whiff of Power-U gets my Divine stiff +Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock +I used to run up and pick, a crab lock +Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip +Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ave +Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle +Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal +Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs +Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King +Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting +Ring dings, right through your head bing +Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks +Once the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten jacks +Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette +While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech +In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro +Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero +And snap my fingers like the Fonz +And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde +Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair +Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair +Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake +Used to fuck her when she menstruate +But it made her hyperventilate + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know +Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know +Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know +I know, I know, I know, I know, I know +Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know +Jersey! I know, I know, I know +Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know +I know, I know, I know, break it down! +************************************************** +Iron Maiden[Intro] +[Kid #1]: What you doing on our turf punk? +[Kid #2]: I got a message for Smokey +[Kid #1]: Give it +[Kid #2]: You Smokey, man? +[Kid #1]: Give it! +[Kid #2]: If you ain't Smokey it ain't your motherfucking message +[Kid #1]: Motherfucker, I said give me the message! +[Kid #2]: It's from Willie, in the slam +[Kid #3]: Nigga, you been busted? +[Kid #2]: Yeah, the man picked me up +[Kid #3]: Well, I ain't got no fucking time to play with you. Now Give me the message +[Kid #2]: Willie's in Warwick - doing one to three. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick. Maybe I can stick around for a while? +[Kid #3]: No that's out man! You know. What could we The lords do with a punk like you!? +[Kid #2]: Kiss my ass, motherfucker +[Kid #4]: Burn him! +[Kid #2]: Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you! I put trademarks around your fucking eye! + +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs +Deluxe rap cavaliers +Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs +Sit back jollyin' +My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and +Drug Somalians pollying +Mittens raps they crocheting +A-yo Iron, these niggas portraying +But haven't been paying +For real, slide on these niggas like a fresh pair +Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade +Throw a blade, fuck getting laid +Guzzle this shit like Gatorade +Day to day Wallies half leather, half-suede +Connecting with the high stylist, dun +Light up a chalice +I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest +Come on now, long-dick style +Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out +Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally +Been doing this a century kid, just meant to be +Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean +Skiin' off white BM +Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians +Palladium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians +The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on +When I go bury me with velour on + +[They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I +Get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad] + +[Verse 2: Ghostface] +'Sho 'nuff, hit the Bank and thrust +Wu Nauticas Jamie Sommer got trained on the tour bus +We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label +Hitting white-label, left the Winnebago unstable +Smooth sailing, walked in, my Earth start kneeling +Started stealing, I'm too ill, see we're grilling at the parlay +Kicked up, mack, max motion +Michael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too potent +Louisville mix pain kill rap +Fuck benadryl the violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill +Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches +My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless +Dead arm the prosecutor, smack the juror +Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura +We sit back on Malayan islands +Sipping mixed drinks out of broke coconut bowls, we wilding + +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Sit back jollyin' (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) +Sit back jollyin' (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) +Sit back jollyin' +My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' +Drug Somalians pollyin' +Sit back jollyin' +My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' +Drug Somalians pollyin' +Sit back + +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard +Rap paramedical the wizard +Cappadonna, never catering to none +My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter +You order five thousand back across the water +My laboratory story keep me flowing with the glory +Acapella or deep dirty instrumental +I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew +One gallon of wilding, Park Hill profiling +I cut your face a Buck 50 sure why you smiling? +For violating my position +I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission +Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance +Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence +Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy +You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me +Cause I'm PLO TKO every day +Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel +Cappadonna son'a old school Disco Inferno +Veteran for rapping with the new set of Wu the hard rapping +Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clapping +When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle +I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical +Every evening, I have a by myself meeting +Thinking who's gonna be the next to catch a beating +From my mental slanging, bitching rap twist the point of warfare +I brutalize, all competition catch hell here +Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom +I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it +Gimme my rewards + +[Outro] +[The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin' +Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause niggas need to be got. He need to be +Taken off of here. That's right.] +************************************************** +One[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel] +Yo (Yeah), new Ghostface! (True, indeed) +Glorious days, (True, indeed, God) +Check it out, y'all +We back, yes, yes, y'all (Fake roller derbies), yeah +Masked avengers, (We're here to sharpen your sword) +All praise is due, T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan +Scream on it, Ghost (Ayo) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +We at the weed gate waiting for Jake +We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches +Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest +Pull out this kite from this white bitch +Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know +Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" +Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic +Past tense placed in gold caskets +Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque +Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist +Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit +Rumor is you might start to spit +You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dance floor +Makeover's free followed by gauze +Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked +Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates +Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice +The branches in my weed be the vein +Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you +See daddy rock a wristful +Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells fog you goggles +Laying like needles in the hospital +Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle +Ziploc the air, hear thistle + +[Pre-Chorus: T.M.F.] +To my real bitches take your drawers off +To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off +Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face +And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off" + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies +Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy +Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts +Fast from the hog y'all and grow up (Grow up) + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask +That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash +Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash +Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash +Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed +Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash +Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes +Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash +Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes +Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis +Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress +Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this +Dicking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins +Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha +Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover +Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over +Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture +Castor Troy laying for Travolta +Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy +God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies +Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy +Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts +Fast from the hog y'all and grow up + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah & Tommy Whispers] +Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint +We all connect as one +That's it, baby, straight up and down y'all, Staple-town, y'all +Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? One +Ah-hah, that's it? (Trey-Mack, what? Shaolin), yo +Staple-town, B (What?) +How many nuts you might bust? One +Haha, straight up and down (What?) +Take to drop a nigga, yo (What?) +How many shots? One +How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome +And it only takes one +That's it, word up +How many cakes we bake, y'all? One +Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? One +Hahaha, at a time, nigga +At a time, you know we do, at a time +Dope fiends, dummy +Like, like, like, like (One) +How many bags it take to get these dope fiends off that bullshit? +One +************************************************** +All That I Got Is You[Skit: The Education of Sonny Carson] +'What they gives you, blood?' +Three months, man +Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma. How old are you boy?' +Thirteen +'Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin' outta niggas to arrest.' + +[Intro: Ghostface & Mary J. Blige] +Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out +To all the families that went through the struggle +(All that I got is you) +Yeah, from the heart +(And I'm so thankful I made it through) +It was all from the heart, everything was real + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young +Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons +I'm goin' through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe +Why my Old Earth had so many seeds +But she's her own woman, due to me I respect that +I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back +Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball +Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor +Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV +Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy +We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats +We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes +Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six +I didn't know nuttin' but mommy neatly packed his shit +She cried and grandma held the family down +I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down +Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment +Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there +Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head +I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed +Seven o'clock, pluckin' roaches out the cereal box +Some shared the same spoon, watchin' Saturday cartoons +Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no frill +In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel +And there was days I had to go to Tech's house with a note +Stating, "Gloria, can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" +So embarrasin' I couldn't stand to knock on they door +My friends might be laughin', I spent stamps in stores +Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper +Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor +Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats +Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me +But I remember this, moms would lick her finger tips +To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit +Case worker had her runnin' back to face to face +I caught a case, housin' tried to throw us out of our place +Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky +And ask myself was I meant to be here, why? +Yeah, yo + +[Hook: Mary J. Blige & Ghostface Killah] +All that I got is you +And I'm so thankful I made it through +All that I got is you +And I'm so thankful I made it through +All that I got is you (Word up mommy, I love you) +And I'm so thankful I made it through (Word up) +All that I got is you (It was all you, word) +And I'm so thankful I made it through (You brought me in like this) +Yeah + +[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige] +I sit and think about +All the times we did without dad +I always said I woudn't cry +When I saw tears in your eyes +I understand that daddy's not here now +But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah +All the things that I did from this to them +Oh from drugs to being there +Being down and out and I love you always, oh + +[Outro: Popa Wu] +Yeah, you say +You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star +And them planets, that exist in my space +Like man woman and child +You understand? +We got to keep it real, and what reality +And reality will keep it real with us +I remember them good ol' days +Because see, that's the child I was +What made me the man I am today +See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh +You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh +Because you lost the reality of yourself +So take one stroll through your mind +And see what you will find +And you'll see a whole universe all over again +And again and again and again and again +************************************************** +Wildflower[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +That was the best fucking I ever had +Well, that's because you've been dealing with the Ace +You gotta leave? Where you going, sugar? +I got business to take care of +Oh, shit +Shit, that's my old man, shit +Better go talk to him + +[Refrain: Ghostface Killah & Jackpot Scotty Wotty] +No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs +No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs + +[Bridge: Jamie Sommers ] +I'm mind shocking, body rocking +Earth shaking, money making +Sitting high, looking fly +I'm drinking on the best wine + +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, bitch, I fucked your friend, yeah, you stink ho +I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol +She put me on to mega shit, 'bout to slap the bitch +She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich +It took place late night on February 17th +Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine +Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stacking beaucoup cash +Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo +While I was on tour, whore, you went to work +Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt +You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm +Where was you at, ho? "Pinky house, she put in my perm" +That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me +Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary? +You crab bitch, chicken-head ho, eating Harold's +I'm the first nigga that had you watching flicks by De Niro +You gained crazy points, baby, just being with god +Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard +I gave you Earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing +You didn't do the knowledge, what the god was manifesting +You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all +I fucked you while you was bleeding, held you down in malls +Sexually, you worshipped my di-dick like a cross +I had you freaked out, broke out, for a month you fell off +You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength +You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranqued +But you had to fuck this lobster-head ass nigga +I should've slapped him, but the gods said, "Chill" +That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab +I'm wondering how many times your hot ass got stabbed +You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains +Your clientele is low ho, catch you next show, bro +I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt +It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth +But, fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs +Broken tables, had you screaming while you was biting on my cables +We slid to the washing machine and threw it on spin +If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in +My dick's the bomb, baby, marvelous hot steak +Plus, I'm conceited, Starks make the biggest ho call rape +I'm God Cipher Divine, love my pussy refined +That means clean, a FDS smell with a shine + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Word up, respect that, ho +************************************************** +Daytona 500[Intro: Force MDs] +We are the G-O-Ds +And we came to rock the spot +Like Ironman Starks +They be the illest emcees, in the world today +Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A +So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear +Light your blunts and down your beers +'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez + +"From where we at to my man's cell +From where we at" + +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges +Street astrologists, light up the mic God, acknowledge this +Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder +Play it God, E-pack over the shoulder +Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise +Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives +Repel all fakes like reflectors +He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career +We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna +Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo +And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break +Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Drake +Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing +Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck a union +It's the same style, RZA’s train aboard, jump the turnstile +On the island he tried to challenge God for the new bals +Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac +Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black +The Mac-10 flex wipe cats like Windex +Index finger be sore busting these fly scripts +The Wally kid count crazily grands revive lands +Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands +We losing 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem +Abusing 'em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em +Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar +Roll with the older Gods, build with the Sun, Moon and Star + +[Hook: Force MDs] +All these MC's start realizing +That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing +The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest +But if your skills are weak you better step behind us + +"Ghostface--Ghostface Killah!!" + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps +Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat +Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes +Robbing niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes +Voice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio Barber +Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ +The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless +Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners +In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings +Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene +The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon +Blond heads, inscriptions with three sixes in +Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive +I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph +Zoom in like binoculars, the rap blacksmith +Money's Rolex was rockless, Chef ragtop is spotless +I'm Iron Man no die-cast metal, I'm steel-alloy +True identity hidden inside secret tabloids +Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes +The track hit like the bangers in hundred watt boxes +Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing +Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians + +"rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell +From where we at to my man's cell" + +[Hook: Force MDs] +All these MC's start realizing +That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing +The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest +But if your skills are weak you better step behind us + +"Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino" + +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills +My beer spills, what up lils? Murder one dun +Killer bee stung, guess who back home son +My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon +Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe +The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons +Smuggle balloons, Lorna Doones in fat pussy wounds +Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills +Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it +Jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang sweep it +Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter +Spoil the rotten Donna too good to be forgotten +High top notch, borderline rhymes is Hancocked +'96, my ill sound clash is still hot +Get yourself shot + +[Hook: Force MDs] +All these MC's start realizing +That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing +The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest +But if your skills are weak you better step behind us +************************************************** +Apollo Kids[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh +Yeah, I see that, I see that +All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh +Stealing my light, huh +Watch me, duke, watch me + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, check these up top murderers, snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges +F.B.I. try and want word with this +Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon +Catch me in the corner not speaking +Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks +Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink +He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham +He recognized Kojak, I slapped him 5, Masta Killa cracked his Heine for him +Everybody break bread, huddle around +Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back +Since the face been revealed, game got real +Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they're ill +I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center +Debut '93 LP told you to Enter +Punk faggot niggas stealing my light +Crawl up in the bed with grandma beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife +Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails +Hit the shelves at Paul's Pastry Rack +Walk with me like Dorothy, try to judge these +Plus Degrees, sessical Rasta fiends +Getting waxed all through the drive-thru +Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too +I'm the ultimate, splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring +Dolomite, student enroll holding it + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV +Crush at high speeds, strawberry kiwi +As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) +These Staten Island ferryboats cash bail (bail!) +Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city +We banned for life, Apollo Kids live to spit the real + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max +Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, $20 off no tax +Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging +Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird +Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand +Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet +Heavy rain fucked my kicks up, wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle +Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up +Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk +Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries +Same Ghostface, holy in the mind +Last seen Manhattan Chase withdrew the 6-8 digit in the briefcase +Rawness, title is Hell bound +Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound + +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +We split a fair one, Poconos money, gin rummy with glare +Spot the lame, bit his ear +Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons +Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, spazzed in Grant's Tomb +Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion +Knowing now, we copped the block off +The chain tri-color, freezing in velour, icicle galore +Gas station light gleaming on the wall +Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans +Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams +Pose for the standoff, mad timid +Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV +Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi +As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) +See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail (bail!) +Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city +We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real +************************************************** +Assassination Day[Intro: Sample] +"There's no coke +What? +You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke +What the fuck do you mean there's no coke? +I've been up and down this ship +I've been in every fucking room +There's gotta be coke +There is nothing, nothing." + +*heavy panting* +Help PLEASE! +*panting continues* +Help me! +*gunshot* + +[Chorus: Masta Killa] +It's assassination day, I stalk + +[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] +I move through the Third World, my third eye's the guiding light +Invite the fight, we all die tonight +The life I live's a 25 to life bid +Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive +Cream is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk +3 Gs the cost in Supreme Court +White lies and blackmail land me back in jail +We're all for sale, a stolen goal but it fail +Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind +It comes time I take back what was once mine +Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter +Devil's poisoning the birth water +The earth daughter rest her head on my chest +Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest +While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blasting +Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened +Trapped in deep water, gasping +I clash with the titans for my half on the action + +[Verse 2: RZA] +I stop producers careers, the weak spot was the ears +Scorpion darts hits the mark, pierce the heart with silver spears +You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered +Devils still feel this so you're living build tilted +MCs upon their axis, their body hazard tactic +Lactic acid, desert dry cactus, practice +You can never match this invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable +One nation under God, indivisible with liberty and justice +The mic is in my clutches +Thugs who bring ruckus leave in crutches +Unforgivable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel +Decapitates the head, makes the projects more livable +Interchangeable, caution: flammable +My chamber is 99 plus 1 unnameable angles +And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle +Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal +We creep through your doors +Seep out like sweat through the pores +Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare + +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +First of all before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon, don +Spread it out like Grey Poupon +Splurging, merging in the suburbs +Using this just like an adverb, action word, flowing like a blackbird +God came in, aiming like Terry Bradshaw +He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed, Pa +You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga +Holding like bullet-proof Acuras +You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high, yo, Bobby +You hear how I'm shooting it like they blue tops +No, you won't play me like your lady +Pay me 380, spit it at you like a baby, final destination, Hades + +[Verse 4: Masta Killa] +War's extremely serious and it saddens me +To have to take things to deadly measures +And have you measured and shot for no pay +It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey +Tranqued by deceptional sounds that deceives +And lures MCs to the lair +With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed +Temptation tempts my victim to proceed +Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat +You'd rather pursue death than admit defeat +Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in +Murderous rhyming, constantly inclining +My mind spits with an enormous kickback +Your brain then absorbs the impact +Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback + +[Chorus: Masta Killa] +It's assassination day, I stalk +************************************************** +Cherchez La Ghost[Intro: Madam Majestic] +Tommy Mottola, lives on the road +He lost his lady, two months ago +Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't +Oh wonder that love + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me +No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty +Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all +Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? +Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose +Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope +Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) +And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) + +[Interlude: Madam Majestic] +Schott Free and Sean C, very upset +They're sick and tired of living in debt +Tired of roaches and tired of +Rats +I know they are over + +[Verse 2: U-God] +One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin +Put a Ruff Rider on my dick, bust right through 'em +Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme +Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi Lime +We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein +Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine +Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas +Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas + +[Outro: Madam Majestic] +They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby +They'll love you one second, then hate you the next +Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah +Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God) +Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha) +Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo) +************************************************** +Ghost Deini[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, summer time, holding the nine, split the Vega in half +Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass +Bank stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic +The kid with the most knowledge +Will obtain and touch top dollars +Hold me down, hand me my cake +Dusty, bake, activate +Fuck your corny debates +I'm like cake, or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits +The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris +Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold +Signs from the most high causes me to break the mold +How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'? +You think I fell off the ledge? +The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead? +Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils +Two Galants, hitting if we got to +Busting at y'all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin' +Sucking your teeth 'cause God chain-talking +Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that +Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken through rap +Velour-ed down like the Sheikh of Iran +Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands +Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing +Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands +Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Frederick Douglass +You know what? Aiyo, fuck this! +Aiyo, how can I move the crowd? +First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed +Here's the instructions, put it together +It's simple, ain't it? Well, quite clever + +[Bridge: Ghostface Killah] +Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine +You stood for somethin', ugh +2Pac, Biggie, ohhhh, how we miss you so +We want y'all both to know +We really love you sooo + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, I'm Gucci down, Wally boots, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound +Ask niggas how I get down +Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations +Hold a note like Willie Hutch +You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus +Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve +Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese +Come on, we juggle mics +Three Card Molly, amps advance to the final +Show these niggas how the way we dance +Hot night, Jamaica +Came through in a booger green '68 Pacer +Mad paper, high as a fuck, truck +Two rappers got stuck that night, I ain't saying no names +They know who, thank you for the chains +Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed +30 seconds 'til we tear and decease +Quick, call my seeds, dipped in the crowd +The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my name out +He walked off softly, we exactly +Formed like Christ and his disciples +Black fatigues, lethal-faced doonie, he held the rifle +We had the whole shit shook +Your favorite rappers dropping they drinks +On the low tucking they links, we made eighty off the books + +[Verse 3: Superb] +One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect +But metaphors'll keep me out the projects +Rap connects'll keep me correct +Aiyo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee +Thinking his killer's following me +So to my nigga Donnie, up there +Can you please tell God that we fucked up here? +You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS +All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays +Why's the Devil winning? Some say it's our fault +If that's the answer, you know smoking cause cancer +Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind +My tape stay at the beginning 'cause that's how they rewind +Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine +And we don't drink wine +If you don't bring me some motherfucking cognac, I'll kill you +I can't feel you, ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars +I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars, brolic scholars +That's Ghost Deini!! +************************************************** +The Champ[Intro: Just Blaze, (Ghostface Killah)] +This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached. He’ll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back. He’s an animal, he’s hungry. You ain’t been hungry, since Supreme Clientele. Remember what you first told me when I took ya in. You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah). You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up). You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth, nigga). You ain’t hungry. Matter of fact I don’t want you in my gym. Get out of my ring, you disgust me… +“Just Blaze!” + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone +Yo I ain’t got it all, that means I’m barely home +Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance +My arts is crafty darts, why y’all stuck on Laffy Taffy? +Wondering, how did y’all niggas get past me? +I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty +My Wallos I did ‘em up, them bricks I sent ‘em up +My raps y'all bit ‘em up, for that now stick ‘em up +10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up +Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what +Y‘all staring at the angel of death +Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh +This is architect music, verbal street opera +Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed +I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed +That’s when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D + +[Interlude: Just Blaze] +*Bell rings* Get out my face! No you ain’t got no mo? Don’t need no has been messin’ up my corner. And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off. Hey, fool, you ready for another beating. You should have never came back. Look here man after I crucify him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face. I’m the Champ! + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Who want to battle the Don? +I’m James Bond in the Octagon with two razors +Bet y’all didn’t know I had a fake arm +I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin’ it on +Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds +My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection +Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco +Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo +Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me +Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy +When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite +Or get you bumped off from the inside +Jaws is hanging, frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining +Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans +Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training +Y'all still eating bacon + +[Interlude: Just Blaze] +*Bell rings* Think nobody can. Don’t give this sucker no statue, give him death. I told y’all I wasn’t going away. You had your shot no give me mine. Now why don’t you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man. You think you going to keep me down. They don’t want me to have the title. Because I’m not a puppet like that fool up there. Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed. I’m the Champ! + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +I’m like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table +Half a mil’ on my left ankle +Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable +Bring me a nice bitch, that means I’ll fuck with you +My swagger is Mick Jagger, stones is rolling +Prestige is cut to a T, spark when weed went up +The coca leaf is slightly damp +Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Dukes’ tomato plants +And jets get chartered, marquee shit with the cars on it +The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit +Back East, I’m a MC king since Cuban +Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof and Supreme +Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans +My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green +IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots, and rap belts belong to D.C.  + +[Outro: Just Blaze, (ODB sample)] +Listen, I am bad, I said I am bad. I’m a bad man. I’m so bad sometimes I’s scare myself. Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I’m so pretty. Now who am I? (The man) Now who am I? (The man) Who? (The Man) That’s right and don’t y’all forget it… +Ladies and gentlemen!. The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the world… +(Ghost… face… Killah) +*Cheering in the background* +************************************************** +Fish[Intro] +Ayo +You know, they're killers themselves +Hey, hey, hey, forty-six hundred in there, duke +How you want it? How you want it? +How you want it? Stop that, stop that +These are the men who lead the crime families of America +I control 26,000 men +Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime +And if there's one thing I'm sure of +It's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home +In the end, it'll only lead our country into ruin + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +We eat fish, toss salads and make rap ballads +The biochemical slanglord'll throw the arrows +In the dope fiend, vocal cords switch laser beams +My triple sevens broke the slot machines out in Queens +Grey Poupon is Revlon rap, smack pawns, swing like batons +Most my niggas smoke like Hillshire Farms +Check the gummy sole, underneath my shoe lies the tap +That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps +In steel mills I inhale smoke to blow on duns +You run errands, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs +Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel +Like eighty roman candles that backfired then slammed you +Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit +I take it back to Playboy, stash guns in whips +Picture afro picks, shish kabobs and dashikis +Thousands civil marched, raised their fists in early sixties + +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one +Donna shogun and flip a ton of fashion +Destination be the cash one, I step past one +Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo floe +Cappa-villain stay chillin', take shots of penicillin +Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out +But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rat got nine lives +I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives +And then I still never go down, until the last round I shine +When RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine + +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +Now, where I come from cats be carrying +Marrying drug money, fuck up your wife, get four to life +Cream we handling, Midtown niggas scrambling +Move and examine the fly shit, plus quick to buy shit +Chef, yeah, you know the whole god's astral +Fidel Castro suits, plus depositing cash rule +Big time, play it like Canadian wine +RZA's divine now, the sacredness of one's true mind +Now let's get colorful like money-green +High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigga roaster +Yeah, god, be having my whole steez laced +Now let's rap a taste, connect dots, aim Glocks, train stop +Figaro fly jewelin', tri-color Cubans +Swerving with power Germans and Suburbans +Twenty-four niggas with vests on, my own restaurant +Dons sending my sons membership forms +And still getting this paper scraper +Fake gators from Jamaica, wizzes be passing like Lakers +And it be coming from Lex Louis Rich Liberace +Fetus style and block ya goals like hockey +************************************************** +Buck 50[Verse 1: Method Man] +Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live +Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give +Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib +Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze +Looking at your ice like "Jeez!" +I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese +I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy +You bugging where the couch at, Wu til they bury me +Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree +Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke let it be +Ain't nothing nice in New York +Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk +Don't mean nothing when you're up North +So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom +You know that saying: "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em +And push your way in" +We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion +Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up +Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool! +You're like "Dude! I don't like your fucking attitude" +Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo! Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face +Ghostface! Jump out the window for a little taste +The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy +Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" + +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Cappa slide through with the Ghost +Post up like paint on walls, drip jew-els, big heat +Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple +Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island +Playing with the big toys that make noise +Echo in the hall, a scared voice +Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines +Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines +Made the club moist, shattered the windows +Dustheads running +The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is coming + +[Verse 3: Redman] +The words you talk better be the words you walk +Body you in the bed where the nurses are +Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart +Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf +Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off +That explains why my language off +My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl +Y'all more like in training bras +Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared +For the project flow, with extra stairs +I pass out a vest to wear (bullets flyin) +Yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires +Pull the mask so you know it's me +And your weed got more seeds than ODB +Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie a rope to ya +Def and Wu will open ya + +[Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] +Eat a dick like (HUH!) +Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!) +Getting rich like (HUH!) + +[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] +Word, it's me y'all +We in two sixes flirting with bitches, dime plus +Taking pictures, How you doing baby? My name Ghost +Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak +Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease" +Check out the grays on the side of my waves +I grew those on Rikers Island +Stressed out, balled up in the cage +Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam +Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler +All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come +Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit +Hands is like photographic magic +Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit +Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled +Elbows unique now meet the new me +Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas +Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters +Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose, special effects +High-tech armors merc you at the shows +Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious +Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super +Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper + +[Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] +Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew +Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew +Smoke an L or two and flip like (HUH!) +Killing for the whole clique is sick like (HUH!) +You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH!) +Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!) +Getting rich like (HUH!) +************************************************** +Back Like That[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Damn +Damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that, it wasn't really even that big, man +You know? Nah, it's alright, though +But anyway, yo, let me get that coat +Let me get those jeans and let me get that rock on your finger +Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man +And let me get those bags from Paris +And the puppies is staying, yo + +[Chorus: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] +Come through the block in his brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (Yo) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you +'Cause I'm too much man to leave a mark on you +You's a bird, you know that +Givin' that man ten points like he about to blow that +He probably did, you swallow his kids? +In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids +In the summertime, I broke his jaw +Had to do it to him quick, old fashioned, in the back of the mall +Me and him had 'mos forever +Like I'm 'posed to put him on when he came home and told on Trevor +Had to bang on homie, ear blocks, out in spots +Throwing them shots, like, "Nigga, you know me" +Stop fronting for them niggas outside like you really ride +And you a silly chick, thought you was really live +But I guess I was wrong, I'ma holla at dog +And rip his head off, word, yo, it's on + +[Chorus: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] +Come through the block in his brand new Benz (Yeah) +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Okay, girl, that's right) +Yeah, what I did was wack (Uh-huh, yeah) +But you don't get a nigga back like that (Yeah, I'ma work him out) +Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Uh-huh) +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Tell him son, yeah, okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack (Yeah, this is how we do) +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (Yo) + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, I thought we was iller than that +All them kisses and love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs +It was time a nigga went to war +Vest banged up, standin' in the kitchen, yo, holding a four +Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend +Heard you had homie in the passenger seatin' +Honey, look, I'm a monster don +I do monster things, that's why I put your ass under my arm +Fuckin' with him can bring bodily harm +And where you gon' hide in the streets when the body is gone? +If it's one thing I learned that +Never trust a female on no scale, you just confirmed that +Bounce to your mama house, pack your shit +I don't care if you crying, you's a ruthless chick +Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you +My girl cousins, they gon' rock you + +[Chorus: Ne-Yo] +Come through the block in his brand new Benz (Uh-huh) +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Yeah, okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack (Told you) +But you don't get a nigga back like that (I'm a good dude, you see?) +Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Yeah) +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Wanna play games, okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no + +[Bridge: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] +Shorty, what is you thinkin' 'bout? ('Bout) +Didn't I put you down? +Flyest whips +Rollin' round like, "Yeah, that's the boss' chick" +On the side I might of had (Had), one or two (Two) +But them silly broads wasn't nothing on you +Rolling with him, tryna get revenge +That shit, you just don't do (Uh) + +[Chorus: Ne-Yo & Ghostface Killah] +Come through the block in his brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Yeah, you see? Okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack (This for the knucklehead) +But you don't get a nigga back like that (Females out there that wanna be) +Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Actin' like they gettin' they little revenge off) +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack (Takin' it further than what it really is, you know what I mean?) +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (Playin' yourself) +Come through the block in his brand new Benz (Know what I mean?) +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Okay, girl, this is don status, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that (You gon' have to hold that now) +Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets (Word up, and when I see money) +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (I'ma hang him upside-down, it's on, okay, girl) +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (And not because of you, neither, you know? Believe that) + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +It's real +Yeah, got my swagger back and all that +Theodore, nigga, Theodore, nigga +That's right +I'll go pop more, I'ma go pop more coochies based on that there +************************************************** +Camay[Intro: {"sample"} Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna] +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} What's happenin'? +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} Yo, yeah, you smokin'? +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} This is it +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} Another chamber +You know how we do + +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Yo, what's the deal, Goldilocks? "Ain't nothin', I'm just hibernatin' +Love that watch, pour me some Scotch and cold Courvoisier" +No doubt, have a chair, Boo, lets get to pollyin' +Who you with? "Me and Molly and some trick who's Yugoslavian" +What fabric is that? "It's only wool and Rayon" +Lipstick crayon, fly Fahrenheit spray on +I'm gettin' tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy +And transportin' bricks, stealin' many fifties +Fuck negotiatin', is you with me? Is you ain't? +Sweet ass carrot cake fakin', plus you don't eat turkey bacon +"I don't get down like that", I don't get down neither +Cuban links skeezer, why you actin' like a rap teaser? +I'm like the jewelry exchange plus a Range +"Nigga, you small change, I only fuck for Figaro chains" +Analyzin' Miss Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on +Assistant manager in Paragon + +[Hook: {"sample"}] +{"...say goodbye"} +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Love was never born..."} + +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Socializin', vibin' with my eyes on Dot +She this book cover lady that be blowin' up the spot +While my heart was racin' like the hands on the clock +I step live, I think she see me puttin' out the pot +Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous +How's life today? Your hands are softer than Camay too +Your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry +Caught visions of me and you ridin' on the ferry +Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry +I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry +I order her a Riunite on ice, sounds nice +She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent +Whispered in my ear that she's celibate +Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there +As I grabbed her hand, sat her politely in the chair +As we stopped to stare at one another, black sister to brother +I'm thinkin' all the time how she could be my lover + +[Hook: {"sample"}] +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +What's happenin', brown sugar? Say, you look so good today +Ankle bracelet wrapped around your leg +Here, have a seat, complimentary drinks is on me +Bartender, Chevalier Chateau at table three +Luxurious rings, eyes sparklin' +What's your name, sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins +Your complexion gives a reflection of +Sometime a black woman just need to be loved +Quiet and shy, baby girl, my gift got you high +Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that five? +Just jokin', baby, I have a sharp sense of humor +Wish I would've bumped into your frame a lot sooner +What's your physical degree? Thirty-one? Thirty-three? +Half-Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese +Seen you workin' at a law firm on Fifth Avenue +Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you +Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy livin' +Love kids and, keep all our business in the crib and +And not afraid to die with me, the God, on your side +We holdin' hands and death do us apart and then we slide +Earring in the left side of your nose, love my combo +Should have left my Wiz a thousand times, maybe tonight though +Girl, you sexy motherfucker, damn, what's the recipe? +You make a nigga wanna goddamn! +Can you cook, darling? At the stove you're evolvin' +Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin' +Here, take my number, let me pull the chair from under +I had fun, plus your backyard speak with thunder + +[Hook: {"sample"}] +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Love was never born to say goodbye"} +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} +{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"} +************************************************** +Wu Banga 101[Verse 1: GZA] +Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced +I move with the speed and strength of ants +Identical in form with the Bees they swarm +Hold up, the cold current appear warm +My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all +To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall +Mr. Traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic +Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the plastic +See the logo? A monument in Hip Hop +Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks +Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops +Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot +Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare +Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare +Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure +My Clan'll make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure +No surprise, double disc touched five +Those elements, kept environments colonized +With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the Rebel +Right there, but you're one light year, from my level + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. +Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine +Slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma +He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat +Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope +Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right +Deacon is a pimp, tell by his ice +Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot +Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" +Shirley fainted dead on the spot +Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot +Oh shit! + +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs +Masqueradin' X-rated throw blades, all occasions +Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Dazs goggles White House +Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups +Mere intelligent, buy Neiman Marcus out +No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow +Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you +The way we lamp, fans come and get you +Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at +The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack +Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do +It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew +Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo +Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips +Roman numerals, sun splash them niggas like, Tango and Cash +Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. + +[Verse 4: Cappadonna] +Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore +We tryin to get land riches and more +Ghost put me on to it +We just do it, floss or whatever +Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks +Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost +Had to beat niggas with toast +'Cause we got clientele, we lay it down flat +Pulled out on y'all kid, now where your mans at? +Fakin' the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'" +Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter +Y'all heard about us like we heard about you +Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue +Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through +Fat shit, fatter than all y'all nigga’s outfits +We the glitch like Y2K +Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day + +"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible +His remarkable armor is supreme!" + +[Verse 5: Masta Killa] +Yo, sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool +Grab my gun, select one, snatch son +Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum +Piss run, you drop thinkin' you're shot +Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face +Shots to the body that shake like the bass +I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down +Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest + +[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah] +Skip to the intro, rap through post +Smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar +Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista +Wally Moc' half tied, swimmin' trunks +Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice +Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless +Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick +Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights +Too bright, Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors +Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't +Exile he no longer in the hood +Bless the kid that max the most +Me I turn a wedding into hoax +Roses tied to bombs on posts +On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice +Rasta nigga rock the big do's +Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu +************************************************** +260Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right +I got to take him off of here +Cause there's only one, and that's me +You understand? 'fore all that fighting, you understand +That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me +And I know he can't whoop me, I... +Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump +You understand? +Let me get mines first +Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... + +[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, scandalous +Yeah miraculous, the arsonists + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, kicked down the door in the spot, 260 +2L, I heard they had O's for sale +I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip +Keep a low fade, license plates engraved "PAID" +Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem +Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him +Boss Sun's younger physical, you know the God +He go with Tip, the one who called Lover of God +Why Equality Self, I know the Master Allah Now +It's time to get the God U and blow like mines +But on the low I heard he got Born Original sent +Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac +We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatching our bread +UFOs moving in with bigger plans than Feds, yo +Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope +He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope +There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that skunk +That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums +Peace Kiana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda +She drive a cream Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda +I just left her, she took Regine to Pathmark then +Jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks +She should be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface +God forbid she safe, BCW was watching the kids + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Two hours later, scheming like DeNiro in Casino +Son better have more coke than Al Pacino +Kiana ain't telling no lies, last year she did a sting and a half +With Tymeek bought him a aircraft +But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nid-ow +When we get back, throw you a thid-ou +Later that night, stay mesmerized yo +Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Now Why +You ready, you got the E&J and the machete? +We going upstairs, I hope one nigga is heavy +We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists +Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this +Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical +Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual +Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it" +I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn +Ran to the back analyzing, much disguising +Surprise is coming in their eyes and tranquilizing +Bugging, throwing the twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it +Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby +Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncing +Fake cats announcing on the block, you lounging +Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop fronting +(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll stop stunting +Bitch, hold that pit, before I push your wig back +Chef stop waving that, show him where the paper at) +Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary +Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery +It's in the kitchen in the ceiling +(Baby girl kept squealing +Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand +Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo? +Yo Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...) +************************************************** +Kilo[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo... Oh, yo, Rae... I can't feel my face. My heart pounding and shit. Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? Close them blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk? This the fucking Stark... Enterprise, Enterprise outside and some shit? +I need some pussy, though, I'm ready to fuck Catwoman or something. F-Fuck it, lets go! +Aiyyo Shareefa, go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box +Of baggies, the ones with ten in them! +Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit? Thank you. I need two waters, a Dutch, and a cranberry Snapple + +[Hook] +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) +A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember +(You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) +A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember +(Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Bricks, tar caps, powder, cooked up crack +Phones is tapped over Franklin's stacks +Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' +Break out of town when the Jakes take down the pharoah +Reason, He was moving that peruvian white +Blowing coolies in the hoopties, slamming cuties at nights +Big heavy pots over hot stoves +Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them +Got my whole project out of order +A kilo is a thousand grams +Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan +Extract oil cut from cuban plants +The chemist is brolic, Pyrex scholars +Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars + +[Hook] +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) +A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember +(You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) +A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember +(Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Yeah +Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white +Get your sniff on, scarface niggas, we getting right +Some call it bricks, some call it birds +How many niggas get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curve +You would go to jail +Get caught with this, niggas'll grow to fail +Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales +They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered +Most niggas get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers +Kilo is one thousand grams +You know your ammo better be heavy cause soon kids is coming in camo +Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer +You get caught with an ounce and its over +Matter 'fact they takin you down, son + +[Hook] +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) +A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember +(You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) +A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember +(Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' +I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets +A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks +When they wrapped and stuffed +Four days later straight cash, two million bucks +Strictly powder, no cut +Your coke is vialed in, whats up? +Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up +In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse +Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts +Kilo is a thousand grams +A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye +It's nice to have a thousand fans +Coke buyers, some be liars +Therefore, you check for wires +Dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters + +[Bridge: Raekwon] +Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops +Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops +Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops +Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops +Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's +58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks +Big rocks, coke spots, two Glocks, one ox +Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot + +[Hook] +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) +A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember +(You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) +A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember +(Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) +************************************************** +Run[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Psst +Yo (Yo), yo-yo (Yo), yo (Five-O) +Oh shit, yo (Yo, let me out), run + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground +The pound fell, cops is coming +Running through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' +Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons +So I stopped at the second floor, ran across +Cracks is fallin', my pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off +Took off, made track look easy +The walkie-talkies them D.T.s had, Black, they was rated PG +Run, I will not give up, no, quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo) +Take me to— Ghost, here they come now +Rrt, pull off quick, back up +Hit the bitch dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff +Run, I will not get bagged on a rock +Run, I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops +Run, they amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence +Fuck a case, I'm not coming home when i'm fifty-six (No) +Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks +Before I let these crackers throw me in shit +Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop +Curve, swerve and get served, these cocksuckers got nerve +Heard I was killing shit, they must got word +That I told the chief of Rich Port I don't wanna merge + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Run if you sell drugs in the school zone +Run if you getting chased with no shoes on +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns +They givin' out life, like, by the tons +Run if you ain't do shit, you it +That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip +So, run, hop fences, jump over benches +When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker + +[Interlude: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] +Aha, I might got take my shirt off (Yeah, kid) +I like that one (Uh-huh, go in, go in), yo, uh + +[Verse 2: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] +It's task force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car +I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard +Clear twelve-twelves that look like stuffed shells +I'm cutting niggas' throats on the sales while they puff Ls +Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything +I learned from the OGs to save everything +They come by one more time, they gon' hop out +They two deep, and one is a bitch, she getting knocked out +Then I can get rid of the pack +But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that, uh +Downshifting on 'em like I got gears on me +Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run) +Scared to death, running like I got bears on me (Run) +My Timbs start feeling like they Nike Airs on me (Run) +It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway +My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way +Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too +If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do +Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at +And I'm asthmatic, so I'm looking for somewhere to hide at +But they too close, and I got this new toast +Imagine if I would've let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Run if you sell drugs in the school zone +Run if you getting chased with no shoes on +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns +They givin' out life, like, by the tons +Run if you ain't do shit, you it +That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip +So, run, hop fences, jump over benches +When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker +************************************************** +Malcolm[Intro: Malcolm X sample & Ghostface Killah] +"So they try and project the image, to the public" +(Uhh) +"That this- this is being done by" +(Speak brother Malcolm, speak) +"THIEVES and thieves alone! And they ignore the fact that no, this is not thievery alone. It's a- It's a" +(True indeed) +"Corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system. That has, CASTRATED the black man. And the only way the black man can get back at it is to strike it in the only way he knows how." *audience claps* + +[Verse 1] +Ayy, yo +I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint +Hoodied up, blood in my eye, I let two fly like fuck it +*2 gunshots*, look how these niggas duck shit +One kid hollerin', "What!", lookin' up, he the big wig +Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind +Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread, sell 'em as dimes +His feet hurt, networkin', he get no work +Yo, smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth +Yo, he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid, laced with the pink gums +Stuntin' to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run +Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man +Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front +Pigeon-toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass +Show hash for Hines up the block plus he smashed her +Big Buck did him something deadly, act premeditated +Buck 60 strike was the medley +Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin' +Did two days, thought he was jailin' +You get close, look at his hands +That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout "The cuffs did it" +He bantam weight, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr +Rounded off with a fade, G, he sport the Bob Hope classics +Ran down Asics, K-mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics +He eat hams, shitted on himself twice, big-hatted Jews +Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights + +[Chorus] +Yo, let me tell you how the game go +We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes +Tony wants the streets back fo sho +Too many hustlers, too many thieves +We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight, and teach the seeds? +Too much TV, guns and robberies +Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy + +[Verse 2] +Yo, I-Cham punched Mase in his face over some bullshit +The other night, they kidnapped his brother pokin' it with knives +It's rainin', 85 degrees kinda muggy +One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly +Yo, we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me +From fuckin' wit' Un and these niggas, heavy parolees +Yo, we played the speaker +And from a distance, we could see these chains +The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two planes +Ashy hands, yo, no need for rings at all +He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall +Look at Flower, he just came home, he on like a fuck +Did a dime for holdin' up the guards up in the armored truck +Ten years later, son 280 on the weight tip +He throwin' up six plates plus, he studied Matrix +He's a wally horse, shout it out, sweatin' through his valor +Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck, he had sores +Sammy eagerly, rode up on him +Toxi off the turkey with the joint on him +Flower look his man stood up before him +The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables +Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut +Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off +We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich +C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled +In the measured pool, pistol-whip Mase, and broke the handle +Desperate, crawlin' to the door on all fours +Shim kicked the jukebox, the theme song rode in was "It's Yours" +Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin' +He layin' like a gay models shoutin' out Sebastian +He smiled with his teeth missin', beggin' for mercy +No more, God, the 68 thousand down at pier 3 +Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin' +Cham snatched his flag, four big rocks, enter the dragon +It's over, another story told +Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras + +[Chorus] +Yo let me tell you how the game go +We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes +Tony wants the streets back fo sho +Too many hustlers, too many thieves +We're fuckin' up who's willin' to fight, and teach the seeds? +Too much TV, guns and robberies +Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy + +[Outro: Malcolm X sample] +"So they try and project the image, to the public +That this- this is being done by +THIEVES and thieves alone! And they ignore the fact that no, it is not thievery alone. It's a- It's a +Corrupt, vicious, hypocritical, system. That has, CASTRATED the black man. And the only way the black man can get back at it is to strike it in the only way he knows how." *audience claps* +************************************************** +Black Jesus[Interlude Dialogue] + +[Raekwon] +Burn something kid + +[Popa Wu] +Yeah, youknowwhatImsaying, let me tell you something man +Through the man's mind, God +He see his elevation, God +See through his mind, he see his elevation, God +See this where he begin to know that where he come from +See some people don't have no direction, God +Because they don't know the science of they self +See the signs of life is the signs of you +All the elements that it took to create you +Everything that's in the universe, God +That's created the universe, God, is just within you +You see what I'm sayin? +And that's the mind that you can't see +Don't you know if a man could take and flip himself inside out, God +He'll fall out and die if he sees the shit that goes on...inside? + +[Ghostface] +So you mean to tell me I'm the creator of all this right here? + +[Popa Wu] +You the creator of all this +Because all these things must happen, it must take place +See people go back in the day, God +They say: one man, one woman, Adam and Eve, there ain't no such thing +Everything you see always has been and always will what be +Regardless the womb or what, it's got to be + +[Intro: Raekwon] +Hit me, hit me, hit me, I don't wanna hear nothin +Word Up +Got to pay +Yeah, it's like that right? +Blow his back out, make his shoes worth + +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +A-yo, this shit be off the noggin rock it +Whatever cock block it +Cat get blown, who own this street corner +Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer +Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer +For real, marinating nigga's skating +Debating waiting style flowingly relating +Fine line switch it on ya, like venetian blinds +The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine +Titanium Hydro collide though +Yo dun dun polly this conjunction, son one +Slang doctor, medicated kids pay it +Say it, these niggas in affect dun, stay rap related +Cassette rhymer, 5-G consigner, line for liner +Poet designer, sharp like Linus +Mic of the year award, fly gear award +Them niggas over there be analyzing with one sword +Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent +Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent +Now all I need is a half gallon of weed +Proceed, to bust this mic dick and make three seeds +Then max out like two Ac's inside the parking lot +Son bark a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lot +What now blow, clicking like a calico +Gold, Maximillion, one love keep it real yo + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking niggas +Peace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest +Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini +Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me +Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above +These mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plug +Its like the pennant, seminar's the play-off +Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off +This specialist who eyeballed your mistress necklace +Perpetuous, this curly-head kid's treacherous +Let go the eggo, so we can dip dip dive like Lego +Throw on can-can, eat that plus this instrumental +Ah shit say Stark-ologist +Starks-ologist, fried fish halibut +Pull out the bull horn, let's celebrate like Kunta was born +We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on +I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in +Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out of millions +Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordmans +That rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's + +[Verse 3: U-God] +I hold down the place, no shots to the face +Elite Special force no religious style faith +The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil +Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil +Manhandle pain killing erect my hidden +Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in +Vampire curse disperse on each verse +Swim in black water, axe slaughter through my earth +You're hit by my element Great Wall of China +Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina +Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand +Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand +Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion +Chess boxer, mic in dead body position +40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invention +Divine universal black man representing +Similar to pure, rhyme blowing out the pore +Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw +I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero +Renaissance rebel chatter-boxing your barrel +Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble +Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles +Lock down, for this curfew +************************************************** +Shakey Dog[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? +I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time +Fasten your seatbelts, I'ma take y'all on some real shit +This Theodore shit, y'all niggas know what time it is and shit +Y'know I mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know + +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, making moves back and forth uptown +60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee +Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke +Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted +Whip smelling like fish from 125th +Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs +Back seat with my leg all stiff +Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks +Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips +I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys +Got the Montana booth in front of the store +Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank +The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off +And tell the driver to stay put +Fuck them niggas on the block they shook, most of them won't look +They frontin', they no crooks they fuck up they own jux +Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot +Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady with the shopping cart +She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway +Damn she look pretty old Ghost +She work for Kevin, she 'bout 77 +She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding +Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in +3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door +You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you +Why? Why you behind me leery? +Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you +You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude +Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit +Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme +Cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you goin' carry it +Matter of fact, all the cash, I'ma carry it +Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott +This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked? +These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son +Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice, big round onions on a T-bone steak +My stomach growling, yo I want some +Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knock at the door +Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face +Push me in quickly when the bitch open up +Remember you don't know me, blast him if he reach for his gun +Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie +No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you supposed to phone me +Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door +The door flew open, dude had his mouth open +Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin' +Told him, "Freeze!" lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment +Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, asked him +Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get to smokin' you fast +His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon +Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot +The kick in the four-fifth broke a bone in her wrist +And she dropped the heat, "Give up the coke!", but the bitch wouldn't listen +I'm on the floor like, "Holy shit!", watchin' my man Frank get busy +He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz +He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' +Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared +Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air +Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear +Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first +Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon +The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad wounds +The big one had the centipede stab wound +Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out +The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out +To be continued... +************************************************** +Love Don’t Live Here No More[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Feelin' fresh, walkin' down the block +'Bout to see my boo, it's about 6 o'clock +Love is love, it'd been a long time comin' +9 long years, I know she missed my lovin' +Huggin', kissin' in the scent of the kid +She gonna fall out when she see me at the crib +Ding dong, can I speak to Bamboo? +It's me Penelope, stop actin' a fool +She said, "damn, I thought you was dead +Not a phone call? Not a card in the mail?" +For real a phone call? Stop +You know I had to up and leave +I told you I'll be back, girl, but you ain't believe +She told me 9 was too long, and she got a new man +One who gon' stay and hold it down for the fam +So scram, there's no more love for the kid +So I turned my head down and walked away from the crib + +[Hook: Kandace Springs (Ghostface Killah)] +Loved so many times +I've been alone so long +Had to pull myself together +Find my heart a brand new home +Got a good thing goin' on +Can't let you mess with my flow +Too little, too late +Love don't live here no more +(Love is love, Tony's back up on the aisle) +(Gone for 9 years like 9 months to a child) +Cried so many times +(Where's my boo at? I need to see Bamboo) +(I got a lot of things on my mind, to explain to you) +Love don't live here no more +Love don't live here no more + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +It's like that? +Okay then where you put all my stuff at then? +You know, I thought, you know I swear he's, he been doin' this for too long +I done came home, you got another man, you know what + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Oh word, so you over it? That's absurd +I never did a damn thing to deserved it +This is a man's world, I go away come home lookin' for you +Now you fuckin' up the plans, girl +You another man's girl, that ain't kosher +Once you see the kid's face you're supposed to +Drop what you're doin', show your loyalty and love +Step out on the porch with a kiss and a hug +Yo you buggin' + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Just can't understand, you know. I treated you, I gave you everything you wanted. You know what I'm sayin'? And it's like you got another dude laying in the bed? +Wearin' my robes, wearin' you out +I know I was gone but damn, I just can't get it, baby +But I loved you though man, and I still do though +************************************************** +Poisonous Darts[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Let's see you try the water technique +Hai, ha, ha, ha, ha +The sky is high, the cloud is low +Yeah +But my water technique is hard to beat +Word up +But the earth can absorb water +Gotta zip my coat +Hai, hai, ha +Yeah +The sky is high, the cloud is low +Fuck 'em +But my water technique is hard to beat +Yeah, check the fly shit +But the earth can absorb water +Uh +Hai, hai + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +What the fuck I got to lose, huh? Word to God, let's get it on +Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand +Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless +Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uranus +With coke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsules +Take a blast, boo, booby trap a cruise, it's natural +Like soybean, burn like a laser beam +My vaccine, I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns +The segment, rap fragment +Comes together like magnets +Attract heads, captured like Dragnet +Going through mad phases of all ages +Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages +The Genovese swallowed this line and caught a freeze +Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees +The fortune teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella +Award winning dining in the back of Marabella +Now, who don't believe that cash must rule? +I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Perdue +Keep a wireless mic, mic's on, strike the session +It's over, I'll fire this and glow like fluorescent + +[Bridge: Method Man] +The sky is high, the cloud is low +Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on +But my water technique is hard to beat +Yeah, peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on +But the Earth can absorb water +Hai, hai + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant cash flow +Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes +Mega powder dripping from they nose +Fucking Jet magazine bitches with wide pussy pose +Centerfold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites +Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice +Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags +With the mongoose, your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad +You onion-head niggas spread out and parlay +Yo, Rae, these icks-days get crashed with ash trays +I pull stings like guitar strings down in Spain +I'm so hyped, jakes labeled god, "Crack cocaine" +Y Equality Self, god, yeah, yeah you know it kid +Ricky fucked up a G-Pack, blow his wig +He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform +He's a newborn, look at money, swearing like he on +But, anyway, back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabees +My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-nology +My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source Awards +Next year, two hundred niggas coming with swords +************************************************** +9 Milli Bros.[Produced by Metal Fingers] + +[Intro: RZA] +Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspectah Deck +M.E.T.H.O.D., the B.O.B.B., +Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA/The Genius +It's the Ol' d-d-d- d-d-d- d-d-Dirty Bastard! + +[ODB] 1, 2, 1, 2, (Killa Beez) turn it up +The headphones, turn it up.. yo you hear me? +[Cappa] Whattup Tony? +[Ghost] Wassup don-don? +[ODB] All the way up... +[Ghost] You know how we do... +[Cappa] Let's get this paper together... +[Ghost] You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh +[Cappa] What's up, y'all? +[Ghost] We wanna do it nigga +[ODB] You know how I do... +[Ghost] Sound about to go in on some real Wu shit, uh huh +[Cappa] W-T-C +[Ghost] That's right +[Ghost] Ya know what I mean? +[RZA] GHOST-FACE KILLAH! +[Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas +Check it out... + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +The burners and the stash, we 'bout the cash +We got females that got it like that +The golden childs that bone the crowd +See, niggas in the place that bit my style +Well, I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers +Wu-Tang got the answer +Cause if I had a chance to do it again +I will still keep the heat in my pants-uh + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up +I shot one of my bitches, the ho ain't trick enough +Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out +With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion +Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond +We airin' niggas out, that's the type shit that we on +Official Wu-Tang headbanger +Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +I drink heavy gallons of cru, play the big part +Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks +Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose +Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun +Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up +We all throw down y'all broke niggas stay frontin' +Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no jewelry on +Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' +Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves +Front on react, we're sippin' Cognac [?] relax dude +Know I'm with these cracks dude + +[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Yo, 1-2, Dirt McGirt +Solid tone smith with 6th shots, lick shots +Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots +Brooklyn Zoo, Zoo +Brooklyn Zoo + +[Verse 4: Cappadonna] +It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor +Smash pretty boy niggas, crush their karma +Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage +My whole crew's fresh out the bars +Diggler AKA the Cab Driver +Drop him off in the middle of fire +Dirty Island, drag bodies to the Murderland +Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand + +[Verse 5: Method Man] +I remember in the elevator we was playin' corners +Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us +Staten's where the war is +Where the court system's running out of warrants +Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus +For real I can't call it +You see I love Lucy cause she Lawless +Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is +Snitch niggas swallow your tongue +Already know the island I'm from +And y'all don't want no problems with them + +[Verse 6: GZA] +We got a history full of lightning victories +Conceptual breakthrough, it ain't no mystery +Long vision from giants in every way +Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day +From the East to the 'ville, from the West to the hills +Incredible rhymes, encouraging skills +From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous +We hit 'em fast with an effortless performance +MCs start fleeing in flocks +Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock + +[Verse 7: Inspectah Deck] +We grindin' down to the bone, my name grounded in stone +I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with chrome +Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome +Shining like a hundred thousand in stones +Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero +1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows +The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings +Only dime dikes with minds right, we choose Queens + +[Verse 8: Masta Killa] +Yeah, we wild like rockstars who smash guitars +Yo, son, split his face with the toast, he ain't ghost +It's no joke iron coat rifle with the stroke +One toke brains float, shot to the throat +Before the smoke hit, witness the killing, chilling crime scene +Body on the block, eyes open from the shock +Of being popped in the neck +Yet he still held a lit cigarette between his fingers +Danger when you step into the chamber with the Masta +Disaster, gotta blast ya cause I have to + +[Verse 9: U-God] +The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' +Leave you cursed dust, cause you worship the Gat +The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff +Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss +Handcuffed, to the turntables like Wizard Theodore +See it's pure, let it rain pearly ounces +Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers +You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast +That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash +************************************************** +Back Like That (Remix)[Intro: Kanye West and Ghostface Killah] +It's your boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this +The Roc is in the building, yeah +It's the remix yo +Kanye is in the building +Yo, the monster don is in the building, we in here +Kanye West is in the building +Ghostface +Your boy getting fat now +I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now +Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass +Shorty mad, pulling her hair out + +[Chorus: Ne-Yo] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no + +[Verse: Kanye West] +I'm high powered, put Eva Mendes to sleep +Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week +But back to you, MAC gloss chick, you're way fit +How you have everything in this world and waste it +Prince told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say +I'm laid back, like neo-soul, I holla back at this Creole ho +She from the N.O., but she never told me "N-O" so +We at the spot to chill, where the food get grilled +She ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal +Second I walked in, the whole room got still +I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal +And she conceited, she got a reason +She got her hair did, she got her weave in +And I'mma sweat that out by the evening +You, I don't sweat that now, I got a new + +[Chorus] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no + +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Oh girl, I can't believe you zoned out +Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont' +I'm that Don Wilson +First one to put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton +Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks +Yeah, I was fucking, but you don't get me back like that +Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef +Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets +You flamingo, showing your true colors +Heard ya'll was ducking down low when you see my brothers +But it's all good, I move from ex to next +Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks +Fat bubble, her body's like one of the best +But I don't need to say nothing, ask Kanye West +She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate +And you mad cause you played yourself, it's your fault, trick + +[Chorus] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no + +[Verse: Ne-Yo] +Shot through the heart, the girl caught me +Shot through the block, with him shot gun +He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun +Killah type cat, you better be glad, I'm not one +Had a couple stars up in my sky +She was my moon and my sunshine +Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy +You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one + +[Chorus] +Come through the block, in the brand new Benz +Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that +Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets +Knowing that me and that nigga got beef +Yeah, what I did was wack +But you don't get a nigga back like that, no +************************************************** +Motherless Child[Intro] +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child +Yo, yo, guzzlin' forties (Let's get it on, fella), no doubt +The Wallabee champ comes back +Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) +Raid your whole empire, no doubt + +[Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef] +Rich man, poor man, read the headlines +Niggas gettin' murdered for spots and bigger dimes +Droughts and drug wars, living by gun law +Jail cats come home and want to take yours +As a young one, growin' up broke, me and my peoples +Had to sell coke, I guess we all in the same boat +Thinkin', plus drinkin' that ninety-proof +Layin' on the roof sayin', "We need a next man to shoot" + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Yo) + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I know a rich kid who got hit for three bricks +Showin' off his 850 plush, what a nice whip +Young blood guzzlin' forties, hustled in the rain +Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins +He never had it all, the kid loved basketball +Had a favorite song, "I Miss You", written by Aaron Hall +Now back to the original neighborhood criminals +Clockin' dollars by the hour like his digital +Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the +Wildin'-est niggas peelin' caps, known as the Islanders +From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin' +Slept in expensive gold spreads, threads made of satin +Labeled as the cow, he had crazy beef +Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief +But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill +'Cause if he don't, these niggas with black barrels will +But shit never calmed down, one day downtown +He dropped an ounce off, money had slept like a nightgown +He rolled up in the Albee Square, relaxed like he lived in there +Two kids was beamin' him, them niggas from the movie theatre +One had all Guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on +The other Pelle Pelle tucked with a firearm +Movin' slow, baseball hats crazy down low +Word life, God, this bookhead nigga gotta go +Oh, shit, bookhead just bought a five G head +A King Tut piece, about the size of Little Maurice +We got to get him baby, yo, cousin, count to ten +I'm runnin' in, my first instincts is they're returnin' +The time is now, walked in and pulled out +Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out? +Don't move, don't even flinch, fix 'em up +Drop the head, don't want to get blood on the Tut +He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out, I'm robbin' him +Had to hit him ten more times, make sure I got him +Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy +Granny came out blacked down with a half a shotty +I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash +Granny shot my man in his ass and broke mega glass +Damn, had to go out with a blast +I shot my way up out of the Albee, fast + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child (Oh shit, what the fuck? Shit was horrible) +Sometimes I feel like a motherless child + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Word up, you know how we do +Know what I'm sayin'? No doubt, check it out, y'all +'Nuff respect to my peoples +Bobby Steels on the tracks +Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? +On and on like that, y'all +Mickie Mirrors, understand the born, Reddy Red +Big Von, yeah, no doubt, now Von, yeah +Niggas know the half y'all +Veriano, niggas know +Killer Cage, y'all, word up, you know the half +Niggas on the Island, Rikers Island +Word up, one love niggas upstate +Yeah, check it out, y'all +Niggas know Lex Diamonds my right hand man, yo +Check it out +************************************************** +Faster Blade[Intro: Raekwon] +You know what I'm sayin'? You on the corners and shit, ya know? +Just gotta be on some, hands-down shit, you know what I mean? +Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all times +While we rhyme and shine +For my dedicated niggas who love this shit, we doin' it like this +Word up, what's the phenomenon? +Carry on, Don, tranquilizin' + +[Verse: Raekwon] +Aiyo, movin' on these niggas like they owe, so bro +You know how we go, we go, shift 'em out like perico +Fine, protégés off top connectin' like a buildin' +Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children +Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront +Slow-motion in cunt, takin' what we want +You know a kid Asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic +You like your fish fried or battered? That day, he ratted +Check out the rubies from Diana, jet-skiin' in Atlanta +Makin' some power moves out of Savannah +Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry +Arabics movin' blow like aerobics +That's when his nose itch, yeah +That means it's all in effect +I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha +Out in Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger +Continue to slam and mend you like a venue +Get all up in you, oh yeah, your friend too, respect Wu +Yeah, keep them faggot niggas watery +Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me +Shorty pussy extorted me +So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors +Cindafella found him a Wally slipper +Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada +Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Timb state robber +All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit +Get on some foul and proud shit +Cheatin' many Koreans, bein' all that I can be an' +Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein' +Light up a tree an' +Don't be breezin' like a blow dryer +Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer +Yo, Barbarian niggas is carryin' +Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion +All my Spanish niggas love us +We movin' like Russia, bone crusher +At the flick, stick the usher +Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade in the street masquerade +Faster Blade +************************************************** +Child’s Play[Verse 1] +Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk +White miniskirt with a Betty Boop bum +She had an ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn +Waist like a Coke bottles scoring +Pretty young thing loved the swings +At times she got my ding-a-ling hard +When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline +Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blew back +Now held accountable right for my actions +Right before the Wallabee Champ was rocking Wallows +Drawing cards, sent her rap message through a bottle +Lines from Dolemite, few tips from Goines +Birthday, gave her two fifty cent coins +Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss +Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off +Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth +Wherever God go will be Mrs. Cole +Girl's so pretty, kids with little biddies hope the years go slow, slow +Surrounded by intelligence, life through education healthy minds will grow, grow +Catch me on a bus-stop, dusted, cursin out the cops +But still come and vibe with me +Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting +But you still telling lies to me +Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love +But having strung I suppose, here we go +It's not the way she bubbed the gum +Shooked her ass, I'm not the one +Double dutch, waiting for the bus with faggot Laurie son +Now 'N Later lady 7th floor, building 7-80 +Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me +Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on +Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn +I really liked the girl, had dreams about her +Thinking to myself some nights she got ("louder") +But hating, was Sheneneh and Grace and Keylolo +Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago +Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit +Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit, so I jumped in +Those were the days, made faces in school plays +Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days +Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller +Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her +Fresh Air Fund, nail’s done, alphabets berets +Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum +Then engage him with them candy rings a-yo, I hit that shit +Got jealous when she kissed Rob +I broke her Chick-O-Sticks + +[Outro] +Guys and girls +Y'all remember those days and shit +Girls walk around in school +One ponytail with the beret +Neck's looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean +Those were the days right there +Boston Baked Beans, girls come to school with mad candy +YouknowhatImean +You'd just come in school for half days, and all that +Just to see that little girl right there, no mind to this +Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean +May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean +Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G +That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean +Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean +Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean +A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean +That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man +I wanna go back to school, man +That's my word, man +For real y'all, those were, those were the +Goddamn y'all, you remember +************************************************** +You Know I’m No Good[Verse 1: Amy Winehouse] +Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard +Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt +You say, why did you do it with him today? +And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray + +[Ghostface Killah] +Why you acting like you more trouble than Tony Starks, 'n' +You need to just 'walk away' like Kelly Clarkson +I know, we was free to sleep around town +But I figured you said that cause how I get down +Not cause you was out there, messing around +I would of told you, once you go Ghost, you never go back +Try g'ing me, like I don't know how to mack +I'm a don - top of the line, I stay flying +Stop trying, to keep covering the lies and +Using my credit cards to buy diamonds +We need to straighten this out, get to the bottom of it all +Let's go, before we start the war +Begin with two reasons why we need to talk +And stop popping up in my cribs all over New York +And, that's stalking, you such trouble and no good +Them fighting words in my block, when we in the hood + +[Chorus: Amy Winehouse] +I cheated myself +Like I knew I would +I told you, I was trouble +You know that I'm no good + +[Break 1: Ghostface Killah] +[Scratches] +You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me +Nasty girl, nasty girl, try to play me + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you +Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you +Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes +You cheated yourself but these are the breaks +And it never be the same again, cause of old boy +But oh boy, together we make so much joy +In the sands and oh, what a web we weave +But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and +Hunt you down, holding the next man's stacks +Now you sorry, tryin' bring that old thing back and +Act like we can rekindle that flame +It's a shame, how you can't get me off the brain +Hear that lame? You love how I bring the pain? +Got the rug burns stinging and you saying my name +Say my name, that's right, I'm high post +Get the champagne, love, word up, we gon' toast + +[Chorus: Amy Winehouse] +I cheated myself +Like I knew I would +I told you, I was trouble +You know that I'm no good + +[Break 2: Ghostface Killah] +[Scratches] +You had to be nasty girl and try to play me +Nasty girl, girl +You can't leave the kid... can't leave the kid +Don't worry, I'mma be around forever, nasty girl +Don't forget, I'mma be around forever, nasty + +[Verse 3: Amy Winehouse] +Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain +We're like how we were again +I'm in the tub, you're on the seat +Lick your lips, as I soak my feet + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, get the bath and body works, pumkin and spice creams +Together like Cheech and Chong, we make nice dreams +Fight scenes, I take the good with the bad +Cause you give the best brains that I ever had and +Anything worth having is hard to keep +I love you like my coffee so hot and so sweet +So let's, stick it out, so we never regret it +I could forgive the past, but I never forget it + +[Chorus: Amy Winehouse] +I cheated myself +Like I knew I would +I told you, I was trouble +You know that I'm no good + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +[Scratches] +Got to forgive the past, but I never forget it +Nasty girl... nasty girl... try to play me +Nasty girl, you had to be a nasty and try to play me +Nasty girl... try to play me, try to play me +Nasty girl, got to forgive the past, but I never forget it +************************************************** +Laced Cheeba"Your kung fu is good! + +“Your magic is good! +That is why he waited, so all my power would dwindle +My power has diminished +Then he come to kill me! +Yes, but… + +I know your kung fu is still very good +If you practice again +No-one could possibly be your match! + +Oh, the ancient weapon! + +[Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah] +Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers +Fought shoguns and got fucked by geishas +Still gracious, still able to spit out darts +Just grew tougher skin for swimming +With the sharks. Broken ankle +Fucking with the wallabee clarks +Got them bitches still screaming my name +"Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher +Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master +No more mixes - polar bears from Alaska +With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice +Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice +I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft +Bland niggas I come through and season your broth +Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis +Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence +Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads +With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds + +[Verse 2 - Sean Price] +Everybody get paid, everybody get laid +All these bitches dirty, everybody got AIDS +Everybody get played, everybody get sprayed +Everybody do what I say, everybody my maid +P: crack-selling black felon +That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons +Some thugs: one gun, one slug +Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young Mugs" +Listen, it's Mandela, pa +I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard +I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger +My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber +"Lyrical miracle spiritual" rap dudes +Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues +P: call me the gatekeeper +Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba + +[Verse 3 - Trife Diesel] +She want a thug, not the lawyer-type +A golden boy employed to promote and write +Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight +I'm eating good, enjoying life +Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white +With no strings attached, pull this might +Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe +Peeling off like snakeskin +Watch the cobra bite, overnight success story +Going jet for me, you rep Wally +That's why your cassette's corny +Your money too short for long convo +You in the game hurting, tryna play +Rajon Rondo. Millionaire swag +Peep your boys ensemble +Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera +Whoever said the kite is a messenger +Cause I think like the man behind a register +Quick to pull the toaster out +Stomp, choke em out. We over here +Counting Bread, what you loaf about? +************************************************** +Stroke of Death[Verse 1: Solomon Child] +Yeah, Solomon marked for life, a million to life +Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid +'89 stick-up kid, King of New York +Regulation party, daddy hard-body +Rowdy Brighton God-body +Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop +Top of the world, get it rizzight +Dick to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice +Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice +This is real lizzife, ain't nothin sweet, God +Sit down and think it through, God, God +'Cause coming all outta ya face'll get ya clap, God + +[Interlude] +You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Step in to the party, it's me +God Almighty, Ghost still holdin' that shotty +Dust and Alizé, three-quarter Timbs +Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope +Dookied on the globe +Thank God for my Wallabee shoe, it done saved me +Up three-nothing and Salt Lake City +Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in 'em +Broccoli blown, illa disease breathe, elephant skin +Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon +Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon +Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slaf-hash Indian +Milk on my mustache, drop to my chinny-chin +Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals +White man scream, "Swim, Starks' sharks" + +[Verse 3: RZA] +Smack the jail bail bondsman, strength of eighteen Bronzemen +Tall like Karl Malone "Mailman," frame of Larry Johnson +Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's +Old Suzanna ho, pussy sweet, banana flow +David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate +Bones splittin' fatal Wu sword style, amputate +Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks +Our cash high price stock, our logo's on your rice box +Plus your dice box on the side upon your white socks +Bobby got the mic cocked, buck-buck, nice shot +************************************************** +In tha Park[Produced by Frank Dukes] + +[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +One, two +Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback +With the different color records they had back in the days +You know what I mean? The belt-driven turntables, the Technic joints +(With the slipmats) +Put nickels on the needles so the motherfuckin' record won't jump +The needle won't skip and shit +Gettin' juice from the fuckin' light poles +Shout out to the Bronx, nigga! + +[Verse 1: Ghostface] +Aye, yo, this shit go way back like a Uni marker, kid +Bombing the D train and hit the Bronx up +Krylon bandits attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa +Peace to Pelan discovering rap +And the DJ that made the first scratch +Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats +See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate +Twenty-something years later, I mastered it +Seen light poles get used for power +I was a little nigga +Couldn't stay out late, I was sour +So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut +"Impeach the Pres", "Apache", and "Just Begun" +Otis Redding, "Tramp" +The music stopped, guess the system blew out one of his amps +It'd take a little while, then it come back on +Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all +Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber +"Check one two, one two", that's my favorite +Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale +Little pink joints being lit up on the side +Couple niggas had two fives +Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot five +Girls wore they Lees and jellies +Jordache and Lees, Tale Lords fit the fellys +Samster Barons and Kangol buckets, BVD's +Go with the Sergio's like, fuck it +Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie +Niggas coming back from the Funhouse dusted +Throwing bubbles on the wall + +[Hook: Ghostface] +We must remind you +Where this rap come from +Yes my brother, my sister +It's our duty, we must remind you +Hip hop was set out in the park +We used to do it out in the dark + +[Verse 2: Black Thought] +Yo, it all started at the After Midnight, Philly, but walk with me +Mad niggas coming down from New York City +Prolly hit the skating rink USA +Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK" +I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens, and lottos +Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine bottles +[Entire wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore?] +84's from Atlantic City Gucci store +Linoleum break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans +I put the writing on the wall signed, "Truly yours" +Philly smashed '87 Music Seminar +Out on the battlefield like Pat Benatar +Kick the ball with Krown Rulers out of Camden +People Patty Duke-ing in the party, all cramped in +Around the time Flav started cold lamping +"Rebel Without a Pause" was the street anthem +Old Memorex cassette, tape collections +Bright spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum +When the Fresh Fest come, leather bombers and sheepskins +Brothers would bust they guns to get one +MC Breeze, Disco C, Jazzy Jeff +Cash Money and Miz and Lady B +Everybody banging "Sucker MC's" in '83 +I was South Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D +Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans would snuff you +Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew +I used to follow my cousin, he was a buck too +"Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you!" +I been a G since a little kid +Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit +And late nights, shoulda been in bed +Instead, I was running round with them downtown lemonheads +A little man, hanging where them grown women is +Under thirteen, seeing real strong images +And that's the reason for my real rap penmanship +That's where I started it, and that's where I'mma finish it + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Three Bricks[27 seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue] +We run the city + +[Notorious B.I.G.] +Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra +Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya +Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges +I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless +All they tote is stainless, you just remain as +Calm as possible, make the deal go through +If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do +Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between +They eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene +Just bring back the coke or the cream +Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank +Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank +Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady +Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's +Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out +I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out +Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy +The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal +I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) +Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) +Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? +Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech +Think about it now that's damn near one-point-five +I kill 'em all I'll be set for life +Frank pay attention +These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades +If you die they still get paid, extra probably +Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss +Promise you won't rob 'em +I promise +But of course you know I had my fingers crossed + +[Hook: Raekwon] +Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go +Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float +Niggas got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls +Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid +... if I go they got to go +Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float +Niggas got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls +Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid + +[Raekwon] +We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady +Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag +Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and Frank, her grill was rough +Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up +But that's the business, back to the sitch +On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols +Doin sign language is twitchin noses +Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi? +We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack +They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out +They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth +Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid +Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig +And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo +You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor +That's when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo +All I heard was Frank, "Lexi get the raw!" + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust +If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot +Up early in the mornin, kick the door in, wave the 4 an' +(fuck) the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin +And all I see is dollar signs, here's the bottom line either +Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 +Invest figures to address (niggas) +Workin out, all I curl is my index finger +Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers +My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners +When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers +Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggas) respect winners +I got them big spenders comin through, hourly +Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully +Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me +You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga +Uh-huh + +[Raekwon] +Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man +I don't know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man +Straight up, y'knahmean? +It's goin down... +Let's go handle this man... +************************************************** +Wu Will Survive[Intro 1: Antoine Lundy and Streetlife] +Wu-Tang will survive, no no you know now +The Wu-Tang will survive +'Cause every time they flip a party +You know the party screams and shouts +'Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb... + +[Intro 2: Raekwon] +Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones +All of 'em, lay 'em a death warrant +Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show 'em. What? What? +Let 'em have it, bust it, aiyo, aiyo + +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Blend wine, who wanna win mine? +Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest, huh +Flexed out, Flintstones style +Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the +Mozayan posin' for them niggas up in Poland +Rollin' waxed out museum, G 'em +Them richest niggas bless this like Russian cut VVS's +Slide the hatchback, black, word, finessin' this +Them niggas over there know, Gazelle goggles and them Lottos +'88 style throwin' bottles (Bottles) +Scenario rap, imperial material (Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo) +Yo, dunn, dunn, murderin' cats is like that real + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, come do me something, word to Michelob, peep the Land Rov' +Sleeper hold club faggots, lay your dome on a stove +It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap +Dough got smaller, famous team walked up in Fotomat +Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown +Getaway driver–this white bitch from out of town +We love horse races, shakin' Jakes and high-speed chasin' +Porno stations, drinking violations, Godly nations +90 minute Maxwell tapes, instrumental breaks +Bangin' earaches, lay my verse down in two takes +The speaker pop, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen +Murder the DJs, eyes twitchin', woofer hissin' + +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' niggas, scrapin' niggas +Takin' play from niggas, hate fakin' niggas +Yo, you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestlin' +What, you dare me? Back the fuck up, kid, we flexin' + +[Verse 3: Method Man] +This rap shit bust your gums and leave you stunned +Pull your plug, now you can't function +There's no total or sum to this equation, you frozen +Many may come but few are chosen +Pretty niggas want to play the war posin' +When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen +Do or die, it be I, Metaphysical Man +Holding court from my Wu indivisible Clan +I see your thoughts and your hand reachin' +It's getting deep in this mud +Cats heat-seekin' for one blood +Nameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin' at these stank bitches +That’s either brainless or bugged, I make switches +From the lamp, I grant three wishes +Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll +100% mind, 100% body, 100% soul, individual +Assholes tend to run from this PLO extortion to the one +The next chamber, you fuckin' with the star spangler +To the dawn's early light with this head-banger +Boogie, represent this shit fully +Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully +Who want that pressure? About to get smacked silly +Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy! +We on some milli, check the joint, Engine Engine Number Nine +Niggas wastin' time worryin' about me and mine +Get your own shit +************************************************** +The Battlefield[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, I’m back after nine years, that’s 36 seasons +Shit is changed up for all types of reasons +Staten Island ain’t the same, shit is lame +No familiar faces son, I’m dodging the game +I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin’ +Snatching me up off the block, what am I doin’? +Oh, it’s officer Dingle and his sidekick Berry +Driving me around the hood so I could worry +See how fucked up it is there’s crackheads on every corner +Kids in the schoolyard smoking marijuana +I ain’t feeling it, this ain’t the way I left these blocks +And my name’s faded out like some old damn socks +I want respect, these streets was my playground once +I was the Mack across 110th on these stunts +Not once would a nigga test me or gets zesty +I would walk down the street and sneeze, they all blessed me + +[Hook: Tre Williams] +Been on the battlefield for a long, long time +I can see life closing in on this old body of mine + +[Verse 2: Kool G Rap] +Yeah, homie, I’m the kingpin called Future +Make a killin’ in these buildings in the millions, got ‘em feeling like Brewster +Shit hot as Fallujah, kids grown now, they cock Rugers +Welcome back to the sewers, where new whips maneuver +No kids playing, no safe and sound havens +There’s tre pound cases, on the playground pavement +No more dudes with 22’s, in their sneaker soles +Kids tote shit that leave your body, with a heap of holes +I’m that neighborhood blizzard, flooding these streets with snow +Heavy iron on the ready, my shit’ll crease your clothes +Keep a flock of sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps with those +Little slum young Keyshia Coles with cheaper clothes +Undercovers all around the gutter, they creepin’ low +I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough +I keep the tef' around my torso with the piece below +That bulldog short nose, G be at peace w,ith those, you know? + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: AZ] +Mama Bear was a church woman, pop’s skated off +I was impaired, an introverted youngin’, a lot changed my course +From nowhere to my first onion then them cops came across Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my little ass get lost +Threw me off when my grind was prime time then +You could step on and stretch mine’s to a nine times ten +I was gone, remembering though that fine line’s thin +So I studied that chessboard and we were all blind men +Dealers ran the streets, but the D’s ran them +I was a killer underneath, but needed expansion +Something to constitute being high in a coupe +The cries from my youth so I applied for the suit +Salute to the enforcer, call me officer now +Supporter of paraphernalia, I toss it around +The link to the cartel, costs is down +It’s that Denzel in training day shit, caution my grounds + +[Hook] +************************************************** +After the Smoke is Clear[Hook: The Delphonics & Ghostface Killah] +After the smoke is done +(Yo yeah) +Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one +(Yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what) +After the smoke is done +(Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas) +Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one +(Word up, big dick, motherfucking house +Whaddup, bench press these cats, yo) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty +Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, for 5 birdies +Yo, they got a hit placed on my head, what should the god do? +Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews? +Never that, don't ever look at me out of sync +The imperial, industrial king got weight +Don't give a fuck, like the poor part we watch Hart To Hart +They used to push me in shopping carts, now I'm writing darts +Like Ebenezer, the porno teaser +Saying words like sheeba, [?] rapper valet the visa +My team got rides like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab +Cameras in nine bedrooms, we own DATs +Don't touch this crackling hot shit +I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop shit +Reader's Digest passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard +It got back that the World Government tried to dub it +But devils love it, booby-trap raps cover the track like ADAT +Sharper than cuts laced on Marley +Scratched supreme clientele, my cartel +Willie Stargel passed, this shit is piece, where's the Nobel? +Oh well, signing off as usual +The arsonist leaving niggas lost in the stairwell + +[Hook: The Delphonics & Ghostface Killah] +Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one (Yeah, yo, yo) +Represent my projects Stapleton +After the smoke is done +He represent that project Park Hill +Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one +You represent that project Murder West Brighton +Now Born arm banging into that will, word up +After the smoke is clear +(Yeah, what, Stapleton) +Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here +(Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York) + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +The greatest story ever told by me, precisely +Roman numeral IV plus three describe me +My son move like the toad, get drunk, speak in codes +Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold, got beef with the globe +Met my comrade, go half on this lab down in Baghdad +Flipping like a meth's tab, get money like an Arab +The tight niggas snapped six legs on the crab +Now hush, you wanna do what? My clique better bust + +[Verse 3: RZA] +Underprivileged, grew up in Stapleton house village +Where blood flood the water in streets like oil spillage +(Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one) +My front door was blowing, the debt man spotted 55 boa +Niggas was still flowing, voice was echoing +I rise high like an octave +The proctor wouldn't gamble the sample, it shocked her +My ninjas run round like Shaka Zulu +Some play peace like Ganj the Guru +Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Tutu +Undisputed champion belt holders, shaped and mould us +Soul controller of the lunar, solar or the polar +I blow hash smoke through my nasal +My brain with worth 30 billion +Wu-Tang third battalion rush like Hannibal raiding Sicilians + +[Hook: The Delphonics] +After the smoke is done +Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one +After the smoke is done +Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one +After the smoke is clear +Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here +After the smoke is done +Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one + +[Outro: The Delphonics] +Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu) +************************************************** +Meteor Hammer[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +I don't touch that swine, I want that unnecessary beef +You smoke garbage buds, we smoke tons of keef +Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass +And flashing, jack your whole stash +In fashion, keep my goons lined +In an orderly fashion +It's glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz +Tinted out to spend the night +You ain't got angel funds is low, stack +Your bitch been a ho, jack +Still scoop her up, bring her home +And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly +Looking pretty toasty +Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley +With the Bin Laden bottle +A Brazilian model +Got the paparazzi jumping +Like I hit the Lotto +Party hard, like I'm fresh +Out of the cages +Outrageous like Charlie Sheen out in Vegas + +[Verse 2: Action Bronson] +You drop your pants to your ankles +At the urinal at the ballgame +I'm on the stool getting brain +From a tall dame, cause I'm 5'8'' +Shorty like 6'2'' +Feed her coke, locked jaw +Like a pitbull. I was born to rep +You fucking with a hornet's nest +Old shooters in the corner like Hornacek +Young boys that be handling the rock +Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock +Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager +The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar +I got the birchwood lacing the interior +Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria +Only the Fonz, best laced plates +That reach maturity, dick sucked by Shannon Doherty +Take your temperature anally and orally +Make a batch of hummus drizzle royally with oil, B + +[Verse 3: Termanology] +Hopping out the Rolly Royce +Rolls Gold Nuvo +Diamond-studded shoe soles +Flyest nigga you know +Puerto Rican version of Scarface +Fuck with the god's say +Disrespect, piss in your broad's face +Chains stay chunky like Oprah's belly +Got the purple and the brown: +Peanut butter and jelly +When I step up in the spot with the rock, you see the +Popular pop rappers go into their pocket and pull out their wallet +When I click-clack, now get up on the ground +Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down +You know Term, I'm the kid with the 'preme beats +Butter Pecan J Lo, chick with the mean cheeks +Rubies on my gold fronts, iced out notebook +Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cook +I rode around with all kinds of thugs +High on drugs, pissing out tiger blood +************************************************** +Saturday Nite[Verse] +Saturday night, Uptown +Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken +What's popping kid, we in the mix +It's chilly 40 below +Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's +Blow on my hand, rub on my nose +Tap the glass, stop fronting Duke, fresh pair of jeans +Look I got loot, eleven in the beige boots +Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me five pictures +One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs +You asked the wrong guy son +I'm from Atlanta, yeah we know Mr. Coles +Flew in two days ago to see his fam' +But we been watching you, crazily +The whole Staten Island shitting on you +Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley +Holding snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up +Not truck today, still looking fly, still slammed up hung +You mind popping your trunk, slow your pace +Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probash' +You dealing with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watching you +Make me wanna lick shots at you +You disgust me, screwing me down, grab my gun +Go head bust me +Heard you hate Jake that's what it must be +Hands behind your back, spread your legs +Just found a roach in your tray +It's not mine fucker, what I said +You make the 13th nigga +A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo +Where the hell's the RZA +He's selling mics, wireless joints +Special made to go off in your hand and which went out on point +Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib bugging out +On how po' live, hating plus harassing the kid +Park the truck in the double face garage +Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega real +Flashing me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News +NAACP committees {​​​*abruptly ends*}​​​ +************************************************** +The Grain[Intro: Rufus Thomas Sample] +Do you wanna see it? +Do you wanna see it? +I'm gonna do it for ya +I'm gonna do it for ya +I'm gonna do it for ya +I'm gonna do it for ya +New Ghostface! + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo deep in the trenches +Wig, young black green beret +Chrome laser guns blazing at spades +Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid +10 niggas call it Tai-Chi +Black blades, one hundred dollar seats +Hold up, we at the opera, Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg +Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper +Chunky ass necklace, must be her birthstone +John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome +So Charles, eyes up on her prince, fucking with Diana +Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White +Fingering Pamela Lee, we on the balcony +Dare one of y'all to Malcolm X me +Somebody might catch a Kennedy +Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars +I paid 5 g's sliding off like Kid Vitamin +Viking, patriot of Broad Street +Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen + +[Verse 2: RZA] +Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark +With the Benz parked, up against the boulevard +Starks had the bone sparked +One cop tapped the window glass like a cymbal crash +"What the fuck son! You trying to break glass?" +He flashed his badge; "License and registrations" +At that moment, his fat partner started chasin' +Chicken heads they was racing wit' they hearts pacin' +For snatching gold, trying' to dip into the god's basement +Our location, lead steel shed spread +Cracked shorty head, left sweetie there for dead +Ghetto poodles, fingers sticky from cheese doodles +Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles +Neighborhood sick wit' it, Clinton 'bout to cut WIC +Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas need to politick +Reach for the sky, they throw bleach in your eye +Don't teach you why, you be keeping 'em high +Dipped like an Oreo cookie in cold milk, bold silk +Gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat, low tilt +True Islamic, we speak verbal rhyme phonics +Why ya'll trying to change this hip hop to technotronics? + +[Chorus: RZA] +Don't go against the grain (the grain) +Don't go against the grain (the grain) +Don't go against the grain (the grain) + +[Bridge: Ghostface Killah & RZA] +Girl, because of you I'm hurting +Within my, within my heart +I know it's not right to be flirting +But a relationship has to start +You're the one that I'm clocking +It's time for you to start jocking +Don't want you to see me cry +This is why this is why this is why + +[Coda: RZA & Ghostface Killah] +I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder +Hey yo god don't fuck with her +I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz +Hey yo lord don't fuck with her +I rocked a ho named Tina from the heart of Medina +Hey yo kid don't fuck with her +Yea that girl Kit Kat, she got the good poody-cat +Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her! +************************************************** +Beware of the Stare[Intro] +The slums of a big town as packed with drama and danger as the squalling street of some native quarter. In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an oasis, where one man struggles against the forces that turned his loved one to lives of violence and shame + +[Hook] +He spares no one +He was forgotten, but he was someone +So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah +So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah + +[Verse 1] +Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa +With the rope tied around your neck, it won't get looser +I might shoot ya, make your ass an example +You can't fuck with Tone Starks, and not get trampled +Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate rats +Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps +Murder the don, I'm back with a bird on my arm +Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm +I want bodies, DeLucas, spread into the waters +I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder they daughters +Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes +Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive +Ghostface Killah, let's see who's gonna survive + +[Hook] +He spares no one +He's not forgotten, cause he was someone + +[Verse 2] +Yo, look away, don't stare into the eyes of a killer +Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers +Bulletproof robes and wave caps +Revenge mode, nigga, you know Ghost gon' stay strapped +Hunt 'em down in alphabetical order +Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter +The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker +I'mma send you right back to your maker +A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil +It's the rebirth of slick brought back as a rebel +I'm immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam +You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand stronger +GFK, the pain prolonger + +[Outro] +He was a lonely man, they killed him +Cause they didn't understand +Though his spirit possesses a rhythm +As the words on this record unleashes the Ghostface Killah +************************************************** +We Made It[Sample] +Tony Starks fights again for survival +And by just a thin thread of electric current +Wins another victory + +[Intro: Superb & (Ghostface Killah)] +Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all +(Bounce wit us) Hip-hop +(What? Celebrities, what?) +(Street corner) For all my niggas +Crack spot niggas +*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"* +Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches +Yo, you know what y'all... + +[Verse 1: Superb] +Make me wanna pop something, no champagne +Two-five on me, weed and crack on me +Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me +Leave him there, never know, get him off me +I remember days when we just fucked bitches +Bought a lot of clothes and, played the ave +Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes +And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash +I ain't trying to waste my career on y'all +Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all +But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out +You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out +I remember on the Island, Cay tone out +In the Mess Hall hall, about to zone out +Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out +We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out + +[Verse 2: Chip Banks] +See.. see.. see, see me I roll with Ghost and +Cats that carry they toast make the post and +Front page and, center-staging +When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man +We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'bling, bling' +Got big boy toys, push sixes +Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those +Jury stay froze, court cases get closed +Niggas hate Nino 'cause how fast I rose up +Like George Jefferson and 'em, stepping on 'em +The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on him" +And the vest, what y'all expect? He a vet +Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail +When we dealing with 'Supreme Clientele + +[Chorus: Superb] +From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island +We thugs like, life is the same challenge +Do the knowledge, recognize your talent +And if you live the streets, you better stay silent +From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island +We thugs like, life is the same challenge +Do the knowledge, recognize your talent +And if you live the streets, you better stay silent + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies +Mingle among stars, I come in cat, invades Mars +Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry +Fainted when the book mentioned me +Keep balling, new systems, high sciences +Drop that, Ghost listening, track sizzling +Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century +Best sellers for niggas, stay together +Posted up trucks, leaning on the Benz cinemax smile +Shot in thirty-five lens you program +Broke bottles of Dom, seven inch bangles, back breakers +I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength +Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes +Dennis Coles in the latest fashions blow backs in +Flip raps like forty-eight bundles +Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel + +[Verse 4: Hell Razah] +Analyze This shit like De Niro +Words in your center ear hole +Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero +Shatter your soul like glass windows +Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows +At fake cats in a Tahoe +Wild out, throw your liquor bottles +At hood rats to the richest models +We conversate like Christ and the Twelve Apostles +And life without you, held counsel with great men +To murderers in the state pen +Being caged in the wages of sin +Before they read up they pop our tape in +You ain't gotta tuck you chain in +'Cause here we want the head of Satan +Doo-rags and our pants hanging + +*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again* + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-huh, uh-huh that's right y'all +Street corners, jail niggas +Riker's Island, Ge-Grey Haven +Big Un, that's right y'all +Word up, all y'all, all y'all crumbs +We made it, nigga step the fuck off +True indeed, true indeed +Yeah, Ready Red, that's right, my nigga Born +That's right yo, Lil' Free in the feds +That's right, you'll be home nigga +Yeah, we made it +Yeah, C Allah, word up +That's fam +Yeah, check it out, Staten Island +True indeed, Five boroughs +Check it, uh-huh +************************************************** +Stay True[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Oh, yeah, motherfucker +It's real +Y'all niggas hold your guns +Throw your guns down, put 'em down + +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, we in the fields with heat +You fake niggas eat kid meals to me +We street referees, we rock +Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks +Certified doctors in hoods that still oil techs +But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like Beech Nut +Call off the mutts, it's me again +Ghost, your host this evenin +(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonight) +Tux tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle +Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds +Flare-leg Gucci joints, I never wore +I might give 'em to my brother-in-law +Fitzpatrick, rich bastard, worth more than Egyptian marrows +Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles +That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five +My orals like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice +We guzzle Dom's, smoke with scratchy throats +Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats +Jumbo in the club, we play Columbo +Frosty the Snowman, frozen as the milky way +Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve +In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink +Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered +Champ room down in Vegas +Vendin machines that shoot Alize', compliments of E&J + +[Chorus: 60 Second Assassin & (Ghostface)] +The streets is rough out here +Crack game came and had us years +What is a man to do? (Brother) +(Stay true, stay true) +The streets is rough out here +Crack game came and had its years +What is a man to do? (Brother) +(Stay true, stay true) +************************************************** +Marvel[Ghf] Yeah +[RZA] Word... these Wiz's be buggin God +Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin +[Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two +We back up in this joint! What? +Check the fly shit... yeah +Don't black out on me + +[Verse One: Ghostface] +Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout +Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout +Heard the pussy was good, big niggas fell victim +Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian +She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress +Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress +She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing +With a ponytail kept a jar of Vaseline +She's a big girl now, with a body that growl +Like Wiz murder trial, smile attract crowds +Most niggas, would light the lord over this broad +Big niggas in they drawers pose one knee on the floor +Little kids daydream of humping wildflower +Hanna Barbera fame Geraldo Rivera + +[Verse Two: RZA] +Fat ass, whips, big asses, colorful lips +Wide hips, spoiler kits, chrome dipped +Wearing loot kicks +Plus G's boomin' beats +Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, confusion yo +The heat is on, yo it's too black it's too strong +In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform +Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades +Your arena now present, the event of the decade +Long braids and fades, bald heads, finger waves +Extensions, nails +Friday just got great +Headlining your marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family +And shines Godly light upon this hip-hop art form +Yo Dunn, we can't be measured by no chart, the God born +Never bust premature for sure +You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch +Deep inside your core +The explosion stops your menstruation +Cause your stomach inflation +Patiently wait nine months for deportation +Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune +Yo Gods, let me born y'all the science about the womb +It's a black hole for those who lose control +Fertile soil for royal and wise +And spoiled many men and took many lives +Loyal brothers changed sides +Only birthed a decimal compared to those who died inside +************************************************** +Strawberry[Sample] +"I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe" (x4) + +[Verse 1: Killa Sin] +The fuck? +Yo, somebody sent their wolf pack in their clappin' rounds +Actin' like, what a way to play these clowns +Some shady town guerrillas tryin' to lay me down +Yo maybe Brown, done set it up, who give a fuck? +We vested up, from head to gut, them niggas won't get the best of us +They talk to me, silently they stalk with me +Awkwardly, till they seen my two ninas +Fiendin' let us out of these jeans, would lean'em , leave 'em +Coughin' and bleedin' even, barfin' and wheezin' +Son they- called for it, we at odds, and we gon' make it even +Burning Season long 4 keep pourin' on the heat Lord +The more beef they bring Killa, the more steak to feast off +One shot nearly took a cheek off, should've seen him leapin' +Dancin' like Ed Norton catchin' a smack from Jackie Gleason +Bloody Mooners episode 1 where weapons get spun +And those who gamble with them hammers'll surely death will become + +"Get over here woman!" + +[Interlude: RZA & (GZA)] +Yo, nigga, pass the mothafuckin' Belvedere, nigga +(Ain't no fuckin' Belvedere) +What the fuck is that? Grey Goose, nigga? +(It's water, man, water) +Yo, where the fuck is Tony at, man? +He in the room right here? +(Chill son, chill son, chill son +He gettin' his dick sucked +A bitch suckin' his dick) +Not again, B (Damn, nigga) +Yo, Tony! (Yo baby, chill, chill) +Yo, hold up (A bitch suckin' his dick) +Oh shit, son, she slurpin' and burpin' +(Fuck that) Listen, listen, listen, listen +(Oh shit he gettin' his dick sucked) + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Five and a half in boys (Uh-huh), ass is off the hook (word) +High school pussy, heard you got the best nookie +Sugar walls, rocks o' love, slide right on my dick +I'm palmin' ya ass like this while you ridin' it +I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec +I Feel it at the tip, ma' (gushing sound), ya pussy's too wet +One false move and I'mma blast like the very first time +Burnt you with candle wax fast while you was slobbin' mine +Dick is sensitive, you moved, baby here it is +Oh Lord, I told you not to move, you dumb broad +Cumin' for days, wettin' ya cage +My dick is like the sprinklers and maybe a douche, I'm here to save the day +Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches +Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas +Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches +Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas +************************************************** +Whip You With a Strap[Hook: Sample] +"Take me across her lap +She used to whip me with a strap +When I was bad" +"—bad" + +"Take me across her lap +She used to whip me with a strap +When I was bad" +"—bad" + +[Verse 1] +Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's lap +The kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse back +I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room +Everybody had cups stylistic song boom +But then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer up +Baby caught a contact I'm trying to tie my sneaker up +I'm missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holes +It feels like I'm wobbling, look at all these afros +Soon as I thought I was good the joke's on me +I heard a voice "get in the room," I get angry +Stomp my feet, catch a tantrum +Spit, scream, fuck that +Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat +That's called the belt help me as I yelled +I'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad welps +Ragged out, bad belt yes her presence was felt +Then get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out (crash out) + +[Hook: Sample] +"Take me across her lap +She used to whip me with a strap +When I was bad" +"—bad" + +"Take me across her lap +She used to whip me with a strap +When I was bad" +"—bad" + +[Verse 2] +Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama +She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored +But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude +I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in a nigga food +Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason" +She whipped me hard when I finished eatin +And felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed +Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed +Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds +In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!) +Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats +Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a seat +Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass +And bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash +That's back to back beatings +Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo + +[Hook: Sample] +"Take me across her lap +She used to whip me with a strap +When I was bad" +"—bad" + +"Take me across her lap +She used to whip me with a strap +When I was bad" +"—bad" +************************************************** +Underwater[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, I'm lost underwater +I see a pink door with a crystal handle, so I keep swimming +Amazed that I'm not drowning +Butterflies took control when I arrived, I opened the door +No I knocked first, I'm not on my turf +I seen a ray of lights that resemble live fireworks +Some mermaids with Halle Berry haircuts flashing +They tail like follow me now, don't be afraid +I'mma show you where all the djinns and spirits pray +If you scared to face this life you shouldn't stay +So I kept on swimming, grabbed on to her fin to help me out +As we got close I seen the boat all shot up with his anchor out +Then she asked me politely what I'm thinking about, I said nothing +She said nothing leaves nothing +If you feel me I bet this'll bring that out +I seen rubies, diamonds, smothered under octopus +Jellyfish sharks soar, aquaproof pocketbook +Pearls on the mermaid girls +Gucci belts that they rock for no reason from a different world +Up ahead lies Noah's Ark, but that's waves away +And way to the right, that's one of our bangin spas +She quoted I took notice, Spongebob in the Bentley Coupe +Bangin the Isleys, he slow backed up +Then he passed me swoop, seen his chick eyein me hard +He got vexed and smacked his boo +Took off, continued my travels +Seen a rock from the Titanic, looking fat and nah it wasn't damaged +Then I seen somethin real big +Sky blue and gold with whitewalls, behind a large city +That was lost before Christ walked the walk +Upon the waters that's so bright +Everytime we got close the mermaid held on tight +All I heard was "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar" +"Bismillah ar-Rahman, ar-Raheem, Allah screamed" +That we heard from afar, everyone selat +In the world's banginest mosque got crowded in +With life that I can't explain +They said sir yes I'm glad you came, greeted me with Qu'rans and Torahs +Prayed after that we said amen +************************************************** +Stapleton Sex[Intro: Girl] +Mmm, oh, ugh, put it in +Yeah + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +You can put my, dick in your mouth and play with my nuts +But before I bust, babe, I think I'll cum in your butt +I got my, gun on the floor and I'm ready to fuck +Like it's nothing, it's nothing + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo my, face is wet, got hair on my tongue +Cuz I'mma greedy nigga, absorb pussy juice like a sponge +Feel the pretty warm dick, rub it on your clit +Oh, right before I bust, I spray it on your tits +Switch you over, throw you to the side with one leg up +See the head slide in your hole, he stay up +Dick all shiny, helmet head bulging, smack it on your tooshie +When I hear the (click click) it's wet and it's gooshy +From behind, I'm a master mind, hundred fast ones +And slow it up, because I know how to fuck +Keep your pussy right there, don't move, ooh +Holla at your boy, baby, do what it do +I love fucking you, your pussy's the bomb (yeah) +Think about fucking this shit all day when I'm gone +Get up, suck that dick, spit on it, slob on that shit +More bubbles at the knob of that shit +It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right? +Turn around, get on all four +(You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up +(Why you fucking me like that?) Shut the fuck up +This ain't no R&B dick, this hood +My slow jam dick is on Thursday's, if my sugar high +My dick don't get up, you know I'm the best +Just, shut your mouth up like you under arrest +I'm ready to cum (you ready to cum) +Yeah, keep it right (oh my gosh, my pussy is numb) +OK, just rub it up against your hole +Put your thumb in your mouth, and fuck me real slow +Look at me, yeah, baby, I'mma let that go +Tell me you love me (I love you, baby) Oh oh + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Girl)] +Oh shit, don't touch me, don't touch me +I said don't touch me, chill +Let me get a cigarette (you don't smoke, nigga) +Oh yeah, I forgot (haha) I love when you fuck me like that +I'mma go put up some work at the studio, though +But when I get back, have a little nurse outfit on +With the hat to the side, so I can bend you over +In that little desk we got in the room +In your thigh highs, word up, and I'mma stop at the Adel store +And get one of them little screaming O's +So you can sit your little clit on it and just +Let it buzz off all day (yeah) Knowhatimsaying, ma? +I'mma get the nine and move +************************************************** +Big Girl[Produced by Ghostface Killah and Anthony Acid] + +Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime +So it seems like it doesn't make sense + +[Female singing with laughing in the background] + +[Sniffing] + +[Verse] +Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke +They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats +They had stacks on the tables, cables +I had to say it was like early May +A few days 'til my birthday date, baby date +I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique +Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente +He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink +I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink +Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks +Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink +Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses +Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses +Toney with the Montana, I came to play +With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay +Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige +I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage +I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on +What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria? +Y'all money that long? +Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking +You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him" +And this one bitch called me Fat Albert +The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it +Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets +They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me +Just because you left home, this is Tone +Yo, you see I flip stones +Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned +3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks +And they picky when it come to they dick +If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well +Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells +Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail +And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell +Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop +College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop +And all I ask in life's for you to be careful +Stay focused, take care of your health +Have kids and marry a prince +Good luck and happiness +And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow +The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow +And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library +You got the right conversation, education and looks +With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks +Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid +Computer wizard, you about to get paid + +[Outro, over background singing] +Yea +You know I just met y'all +And I love y'all already and all that +But I gotta get off that nose candy +To make it in life and all that shit +That's why I'm here +I'm like a father figure and all that shit +I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but +Ya'nawm sayin? +Cause I drop jewels all over the place +Y'all too pretty for that +Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt +I just want you to snap out of it +You know why? cause you's a +************************************************** +Be Easy[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, what's happening, New York City? +It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin' house tonight +Know what I mean? (Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry) +We about to get it popping, let's go +Yo, yo + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Tell your crew to be easy +Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay +Get word to the DJ +Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh +You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh +Every time you go uptown, you get gypped, uh +That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh +You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh +You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh +I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh +You at the bar, wodie, drinking my piss, uh +The yellow shit in the bottle ain't Cris', son +You turned your motherfuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em +You just mad 'cause I'm hitting your sister +You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh +Pop a lot of shit without that liquor, yup +We mossied up, so take our picture +I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya +Whether now, later, afterlife or scripture + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, oh shit, ayo, Tone, hurry up and get 'em, nigga +You know what I mean? It's about to pop off +Y'all niggas clear the fucking floor +Get the fuck out the way, come on + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Tell your crew to be easy +Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay +Get word to the DJ +Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay + +[Refrain: Trife Da God, Ghostface Killah, ​​Trife Da God & Ghostface Killah] +Yo, it's Tone in the building, the team's in the building +Niggas wanna beef, w​​​hat up, what up, what up? +We packed to the ceiling, we constantly chilling +We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut​​​​​​ + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay now +Yes, my birthday landed in May, now +Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like déjà vu +Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo +Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up +Anybody front, paramedics gon' pick 'em up +They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up +Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck" +I tried to ignore it, his people saw it +I ain't the type of dude you go to war with +My Polo gun, yo, will crack the floor shit +When the heat's on, you know I draw it +I had his number down, Toney just called it + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, ayo, Pete Rock, good looking, nigga +Staten Island, yo, Theodore +What's the deal? Slap me one of the ratchets +I'm about to go in, yo + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Tell your crew to be easy +Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay +Get word to the DJ +Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V +Gotta burn those leaves, and, uh +Pretty Tone make the girls say, "Please, daddy, work that D +Put it in and be eas'", and uh, so what? Come on +Now some of y'all people might know me from my Wallabees +Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me +I stick it up like a nice cake robbery +And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me +Floss the ill robes since "Criminology" +Supreme Clientele put the world on top of me +Yo, babe, hurry up with those collard greens +I represent S.I., they ain't as wild as me +They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies +Tone got the powder, squeeze, don't surround me +Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty +Y'all can just crown me + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, that's right +I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight +How y'all like that shit? +You know what I mean, who really run New York? +This is that Theodore shit, motherfucker +************************************************** +The Soul Controller[Intro: The Force MD's] +Whoaahhhoahhh, ohhh, ohhhhh +It's been a long, long +A long time coming +A change gon' come + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo these streets got me backed down how can I escape? +How can I survive without bubblin weight? +It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off +That white rock, and then give birth to a knot +Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam +You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens +But at the same time, niggas on the block is ill +Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills +Being watched all day like enemy's prey +Faces, you never seen before is in your hallway +Brothers you knew for years is mad pussy and scared +Back in the days U.F.O.'s couldn't walk up in here +It's time to motor, travel like a foul order +Clear my head, stay sober, the soul controller + +[Chorus: The Force MD's] +Oahhhh, it's been a long, long +A long time coming +A change gon' come +Oh, yes it will +Said I'm too, tired of livin +But I'm, but I'm afraid to die +Cause I don't know what's up there +In that great big ol' sky + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Sink deep into the fog, big buffalo large +Taj Mahal just got banged, shanked for eighty large +It's hard to keep up, with these key-ons, that smoke dust +In the U.S. Mint they went to rock the place and call the rush +All these shameless niggas armed with cherry-red Bally's +On the twenty-fifth, everybody rich is gettin married +Killed for power beans, your brother own schools in Medina +Vaseline lips is cracked cause they all had dreams +They overdue, these Gods own a mosque in Peru +Tropical trees and weaves where they grew bamboo +Olympic minds quick flash like a leak on +A hundred shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast on +Royal blue lies inside the eyes of heaven +Curse the head, who speak foul and jinx number seven (seven) +Clear my head and stay sober, the soul controller... +(Stay sober, the soul controller) + +[Chorus: The Force MD's] +Oahhh, been a long time comin +Oh yeah +A change gon' come +Woooaahh, yes it will + +[Verse 3: Ghostface] +Yo, yo we sit and play the wall like nine super heroes +Late for the man choose and hit socks and stereo +The kid's nice, warnin you twice, run your garmets +Jet to Providence, switch up and bag down your Parliament +Ironman is laced with a plate inside the dome piece +Go off in airports, biographies, prophecies +Watch me set it, real key-ons hold down the desert +And walk with a famous name like Supreme Magnetic +Carbon copy, I love my Akai snare choppy +Melachi off the funky pen with the wax poppy on instrumentals +Niggas get lost like S.S. Minnows +Turned out like rentals, keep gold around the denim + +[Outro 1: The Force MD's] +A change gon come +Yes it will +It's been a long, long +A long time coming +A change gon come +Wooo, yes it will +Said I'm so +Tired of living +But I'm, but I'm afraid to die +Cause I don't know what's up there +In that great, big ol sky +Oh my, oh my, oh my +It's been a long, long time +A long time coming +Change gonna come +Wooo, yes it will + +[Outro 2: Sample] +"Sorry boys +All the stitches in the world can't sew me together again +Lay down, lay down +Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth street +Always knew I'd make a stop there +But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought +Last of the Mohicans +Well, maybe not the last +Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf +Gettin the shakes now +Last call for drinks +Bar's closin down +Sun's out +Where we goin for breakfast? +Don't wanna go far +Rough night +Tired, baby +Tired..." + +[Outro 3: Sample] +"Greatest trick the devil ever pulled +Was convincing the world he didn't exist +And like that, he's gone" +************************************************** +Cobra Clutch[Intro] +Yo, yeah, bitch +Ayo, motherfucker +Ayo, swallow it + +[Verse 1] +Ayo, we gassed off this bloody version of "Glaciers" +Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (Shh) +Say no more, my back be parked against the wall +Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law +I bought a bracelet (Bracelet), don't get blinded by the ice, oh +It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal +Look at my jumper, logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?) +Yo every fine stitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer +Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of 'Chessboxin' +No cock-blockin', Supreme Clientele, 'til I'm droppin' +Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with a hippie ho now +Club bandit, never empty-handed when I brand it +Mork calling Orson, Mork callin Orson down in Boston +Both of them dead, cop in the loft and +Big chain swingin' nigga, Matchbox car drivin' +Street wildin', Rollie' with the four-finger glidin' +Watch him, scorchin' with spells and top toxin +Amoxicillin stock skyrocket, Bobby Mocassin +Switched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side, throw in SunTrust +Ghost'll keep shinin' 'til the sun bust +So word up, Born'll be right behind the curtain with the nose out +Sixty senate, get the Rover out +Featherhead heathens, teethin' on mic dicks +When thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga" + +[Chorus] +Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out +Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out? +Stapleton Project, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best +Puttin' on the hits, it's no contest +Now, who the hypest in New York City? +Wu-Tang, radio stop shittin' on me + +[Interlude: Youngblood Priest] +I got fifty men out in the street +Now if they all get bitch troubles, I starve +Is that it? Is that what you're tryna tell me? + +[Verse 2] +Ayo, moccasin money, one man behind the plate +Hold it down, honey-shallah, rock the half man Gumby +Twisted, the mime of the floods, Steven Spiel', drama +105.6, Llama +Cosmetic classical, Slomin's shield, biography fill +Watch me heal half of you, new attributes +Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X +Compression with the A and sharp press +Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips +Vanilla suckle with jasmine bits, five-hundred rap battin' average +One taste the bowling ball magic +Houdini escapes, from the fermenting hell halls of tragic +Speaking to the first of April's, deep in the rap game +Erase you, Excedrin head bredrens catch facials +Side orders, one telephone for take out +Stomp your man half to death, rob him, then we break out +Get off on the Clove Exit, knees dirty, chick kneel with low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of it +'Cause it's law, order today, we pay dues +New tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube +Deck the halls, crush celery dice, that's Cinderella ball +Ate York Peppermint Patties, slung by Peter Paul +Wrangler, straight laid the track when it sag +With one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up +Ticklish, Crunchberry niggas at the flicks pissed off +Standin' in the rain and can't find they whips +Suckers, motherfucker + +[Chorus] +Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out +Who's these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out? +Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best +Puttin' on the hits, it's no contest +Now, who the hypest in New York City? +Wu-Tang! Radio stop shittin on me +************************************************** +Holla[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +I'm from a place where fish was made +Corduroy Balleys, sportin' those Rakim K's +Rakeem came +High self-esteem promised me a moment in life just to wreck y'all lames +Throw the TEC to your brain, puttin' the best to shame +This is Theodore, best to tuck those Dana Danes +See me comin' (Blaow) start runnin' and (Blaow, blaow) +Ayo (Blaow, blaow, blaow) +Kunta fly niggas when we walk through the party +Pimp talk with the MAC strapped to our body +Bartenders is nervous, 'fraid to serve us, bad service +Un smacked him on purpose, you see us drunk, come and burp us +Paper chasin', Starky stayed up in the makings +Theodore conquer the four devils with the patience +Cell phones is blowin', the crew's not available +Ask 'Donna, word in the town, we the realest dudes +We don't need no diamond rings +All we need is a drum, like, fuck it, he can rhyme, I'll sing +And in my Yankee hat, you can drop five beans +And then run back to mama, like, all I know is + +[Chorus: Allah Real] +Holla, holla, holla if you want to +I'll buzz you +Holla, holla, holla if you want to +I'll buzz you + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +When I walk through any function +You bet your ass that the four-five'll cook, fuck your wack looks +Fuck platinum, fuck, I'ma show ya'll crooks +This is legit rap, I.R.S. can suck my books +I'm a family man (Uh), Clan mixed with Theodore +My boots hang over the telephone wires on Broad' +Word to MetLife, Tony got insurance on his mics +Smoke mad shit and still got endurance when he fight +Both hands crusty, bank account dusty +Ever say my name again, you pussy +Like a angry crippled man, don't push me +Don't believe the kid, listen to me + +[Chorus: Allah Real] +Holla, holla, holla if you want to +I'll buzz you +Holla, holla, holla if you want to +I'll buzz you + +[Bridge: Ghostface Killah] +Dirty told me to rock the spot (Yeah) +Freak the beats 'cause the streets is raw (Go 'head) +Don't believe what you see, just watch (True) +Speak to the seeds, give 'em lead on jobs (Come on) +Educate, keep it peace with Gods (That's right) +In return, happiness in globs (Yeah) +We see the future like a psychic's palm +Things I'm saying are true +And the way I explain them to you +Yes, to you, listen to me + +[Chorus: Allah Real] +Holla, holla, holla if you want to +I'll buzz you +Holla, holla, holla if you want to +I'll buzz you +************************************************** +Chinatown Wars[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +War, we run these streets like a renegade +Get that gwap, til the rent is paid +Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade +Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed +War, we run these streets like a renegade +Get that gwap, til the rent is paid +Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade +Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, what up homie, it's Tony, revenge is so sweet +And I move with artillery, roaming the streets +My guns is ginormous, bullets is heatseeking +Big Brother got the eye on me, I watch how I'm speaking +And I move like a porn star in charm school +I stick everything I see, but I only take jewels +And cash rules, pills and that cocaine powder +I ain't a man, I'm a killer, obsessed with power +And revenge, I don't need friends and shiesty activities +Move alone through the City that they call Liberty +And trust nobody but my bullets and my shotty +Carjack a fool twist his limbs like pilates +Ox' him, buck 50 stitch him, Chinatown Wars +I chop 'em up like rice in the kitchen +It's a bad decision, starting beef with the butcher +He ain't a bleeder, I pop him son, your man is a gusher + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +War, we run these streets like a renegade +Get that gwap, til the rent is paid +Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade +Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed +War, we run these streets like a renegade +Get that gwap, til the rent is paid +Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade +Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed + +[Verse 2: MF Doom] +Clap on, clap off +Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off, or cough +Feel 'em, Metal Finger steel drum +Clean the sidewalk with him, talk shit to real scum +Of the earth, take it with a shovelful +Main character, super villain, lovable +And don a mask like a crown of thorns +Blow your horn and get pounded out by the boring +(I take your order) let me get one wing +Any king that bring this sting for Chung King +No change, no stranger to gats +Took notice, what so strange is no cats +Dogs is wars, dud luck, draw straws +Fuck the boss, drowned on blood and duck sauce +Stuck the enemy, a wack deal caper +For racks of fake Fendi and stacks of real paper + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +War, we run these streets like a renegade +Get that gwap, til the rent is paid +Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade +Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed +War, we run these streets like a renegade +Get that gwap, til the rent is paid +Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade +Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, it's a manhunt, my mentality's militia +If my four-fifth had lips, I'd make it French kiss ya +Cuz no mission's impossible, I carry my Wu-Tang sword +On my back, and attack all obstacles +Burnt down buildings, avenging my father's death +A store for ransom, and snatch your crystal meth +I pillage, my warpath is unpredictable +Leave 'em dead on arrival, broke up or critical + +[Verse 4: MF Doom] +War nine, frying swine to pork rinds +For trying to walk the fine line, thoughts flying +Had more fun with a crooked rookie +Went for his gun, cracked his skull like a fortune cookie +A mind reader, find out, speak, freaks bow +With the nine heater, beat feet and smile now +Ten paces, about face, chase me +We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80's +************************************************** +The Sun[Ghostface Killah] +Good Morning, Good morning +Time to get up + +Look at the sun so pretty today +It's so bright, it's so smashing +Lasting, helps out the grass and +Smile when it's morning time +Last night I wrote 3 rhymes, I woke up to see the sun shine +If, God is my witness +In scriptures and pictures +The Sun kiss scrumptious son, it's nutritious +It makes me wanna climb +Take a bite out of shine +This little light of mine +Yo, the sun could never be pussy, he always come out +He'll sit right there, even if you pull your gun out +He can never run out, when the lights go out +It's Japan's turn now, the earth has spun around +I see Yellow and Green, it's a beautiful thing +The sky's blue, 'cos the sun hit the water like "BING" +A reflection (uh-huh) and that's all it is (word) +You can't stare at him long, cos your face'll do like this + +[Hook - Ghostface and Slick Rick] +Look who's shining again +(Oh My My MY) +We've Been Rhyming again +(Oh My My My) +Ice be blinding the men +(Oh My My My) +We come through time and time again +(Oh My My My) + +[Raekwon] +Check out my nephew +He jumped up in the window just to see you +Look what he drew +A car, house, always wants to be with you +He's just as Jolly, He always begging me to let him see you +I'm like "probably if you clean up, and read a little" +You make people eyes glow +You got the weather channel bugging and you stubborn when it snow +You my mentor, Mothers name their Kids after you +New slang, nothing personal, we knowin what you been through +(Sun) You roll like, one in a million yo +(Sun Sun) You always find like, one in a building yo +We those babies from day one +All I had was you on my birthday baby- think you owe me one +The way the world look when you around +Prisoners get out, look up, run at you and then kiss the ground +You my favourite, I wish we had three more of you +I adore you, plus I even go to the store for you + +[Hook] + +[Slick Rick] +I would die for a sun , can being richer and cruel +Reachin a full 98, and got the kids in the pool +Isn't it cool how it spreads joy, hons lay in it +And it's hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished +Straphang before, so it's a fact I support +Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you walk +The heat-driven, A theory I plung to deep living is +Souls have to go through the sun to reach Heaven +And, sensing retreat, our souls badden the scene +Madame believe, since dinosaurs, and Adam and Eve +That Sun's hovered, to the extermination of us +It's a peephole, which leads to the firmament above us + +[RZA] +Who can take a raindrop and turn it to glee +And drawn up 6 miles, over tropical isles and bring it to the sea + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Clipse of DOOM[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! +Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G! +Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser! +Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you too, nigga! +'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?! +Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done! +Eat a dick nigga! + +[Verse 1] +Catch me in the 80's drop +Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby Glock +Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it +Capricorn, Aquarius +Lost so much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods +They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice +And only fuck with cute bitches that can fly and boost +And they ears be chandeliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?! +They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs +That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all +Fuck a state, light charge +My predicate status, irrelevant +My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants +Jumbo shits from New Orleans +Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends +Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla Bally's is mean +Can't none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! + +[Hook: Trife Da God] +Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners +Sic the beasts on you, turn mothers to mourners +Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags +Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks +"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas +Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash +Cause we cut from the same cloth +Big guns ready to bang off +Slide off the cables and take the rings off! + +[Verse 2] +We hold the weight of four Synagogues +Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars +Going mad wetting 'em +Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexing 'em +Paris crew, little dudes, please! I was repping 'em +Niggas couldn't come through (word) +That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggas like crazy glue +Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around! +The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town! +She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no Heinz +Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine +She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes +So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die +Its the tale of the Crips and Bloods, pimps and thugs +Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug +On that note I'm a say peace! +Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth! + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist +Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick +My semi, they call it the crouching tiger +A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers +Peel your potato like Ore-Ida +On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter +Fuck your mural! Fuck your hood! +You ain't a street legend like me! +Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty +I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke +And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "E" +Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep +And cruising deserts mad heavy into salt treats +I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty +Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues +Picking niggas off by the Red Sea +And did it all for Ghost, sniffing on caffeine! +************************************************** +R.A.G.U.[Intro] +Holllllllld it! +Now you get out of here, I'm warning you +(You bastards can't push us around - wanna fight?) +I'll take you on + +[Raekwon] +That nigga's twisted +Stop playin with that clip man +Close them fuckin blinds too man, y'knahmsayin? +Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man +Get away from the stove nigga +Stop playin man, the fuck is you talkin 'bout? + +(Verse One: Raekwon) +I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on +Refrigerator, smokin some kush, this nigga's a lighter +Swisher, becoming a roach, go get the glass ashtray +Pour the glass of Cru, tap the bottle then toast +Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son +Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run +Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting +Some nigga got knifed up brawling +Heard the kid was 19, Little Infiniti too +His father worked up at the dealer he love Wu +They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't having it though +Yeah, yeah my nigga, the color of glue +Decided i'mma intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga +This is like out of the blue +I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain +Proceeded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap +Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed +Fucked up my writing hand, that's my check +Now I wanna kill this little nigga true +Only thing that stop my gun flaming cause he related to you + +[Ghostface Killah] +Who? He ain't related to me +Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealing my gear +If my lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me +Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me +Come home and still blow cats for me +Pump crack, stabbing all them hoodrat shorties +A live gunslinger well known, born to dance +When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shot himself in the groin +The gun went off, it looked like a flick +When he fell to the floor, holding his nuts, screaming "God damnit +Shit I put one in my balls, what the fuck y'all looking at me for? +Call the police, do something +Motherfuckers standing around, watch when I get better +All hell's gonna be terror +Death to you, you," he pointed at Red +I said chill, that's fam duke +He put real work in that make you puke, fuck that +But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies +Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it +Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth +Now he's rocking those false joints like everything's peace +************************************************** +Biscuits[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? +I said a banana nutrament, man +Ya'll heard what the fuck I said... I gave you the... +I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man! +Y'all muthafuckas always fuckin' around and forgettin' something and shit +Smart dumb niggas and shit, runnin' around here and shit +Y'all niggas need to wisen up, man, yo.. +Get off that special ed shit though, man... + +[Ghostface Killah] +I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazon, it's on +There go son, tap out the hash bone +Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length +No jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlight +His gun tool, was a half a hill +That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him +We gon' -- we gon' get our money +If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy +Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin' +Safety off and shit, crept up, "What up money? Freeze!" +Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown +And get down! Get slapped with the pi-dound +Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin' +I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'? +Try eatin' these shells, they non-fattening +After you digest that, I'mma stomp you bastards +So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing +Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter +Your homies and your close relatives +Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered +It's the T-H-E-O-D-O-R-E, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat +Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me +Chief of Defense, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, po' thieves and +Baller' shit, long biscuits +Fuck around, take all your shit +Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef +Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it +Fuck around, and be a statistic + +[Trife] +Yo, yo, niggas ask why I use my Glock +Cuz it's 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box +I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks +Remove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your top +I'm from a place where junkheads and zombies dwell +And niggas keep they heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells +Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids +Cuz I'll cock back the mac and pop one in your ribs +So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your crib +Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz +My nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live +Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge +Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live +Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins +This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home +Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones + +[Hook 2X] + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +That's right, it's real! +It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit +Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all +Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit +Blowin' niggas back home, you know what I mean? +I don't give a fuck... we could take it there +Whatever, hits? We got 'em, nigga! +Yeah, now I'mma strangle the game! +No doubt, it's real right now, muthafucka +Y'all niggas done done it, fuck y'all yeah +I'mma get the fuck outta this booth +************************************************** +Purified Thoughts[Intro] +"Am I a good man? ..." + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs +Both of them turned green from counting the ones +Memorized by the glory, word life +Cut off niggas who killed good but couldn't do nothing for me +Shout 'em out every once in the blue +And kid yo, I never rocked with +Long as they keep away, we cool +I devised my own stimulus plan, I'm nigga-rich +I'm tired of eating those crumbs and black licorice +To free my mind on Friday, I cleanse in the mosque +Let the imam pray over my head and wash +Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Godly +Watch his gift manifest the green like barley +If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army +Talking 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali +Try to stay humble and swallow my pride +In God I trust, not talkin' 'bout the ones on your five +Crisp dollar billing, catch me in a little hut in Benin +Village style, feeding the children +Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela +Africans chanting me on like Coachella +Ghostface Bumaye, Kumbaya my Lord +My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay +Wishing they could bury me next to the prophets +Nabi, Lut, Is'a, Musa, Hadrat Muhammad, Ibrahim + +[Interlude] +"Am I a good man?" (I don't know) +"Am I a fool?" (We'll see) + +[Verse 2: Killah Priest] +The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds +High currents, distance, places be forming wings +Kings offering, thrones was there +Man with the seven crowns on his dome was near +Feet walked over rose petals sold from the ghetto +Face froze in gold like the pharaoh +Adorned in glory, robe of light, a power for his cherub +As He passed the path, white doves crossed the eyes of thugs +Eternal heartbeat and the dark fire in his blood +Seven hundred books were opened +Embraced to write, then threw the crooks in the ocean +Skin brass hair like it grew from goatskin +The chosen has spoken, tablets were broken +The smoke hand grabs an omen +Gravity grabbing me gradually, dragging me through Hell's cavity +This is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals feed +God felt bad for me but cast me in the Caspian Sea +Satan gave the dragon his key, Wu-Family's the faculty +K.P., K.P + +[Interlude] +"Am I a good man? Am I a fool? +"Am I?" + +[Verse 3: GZA] +He used to sling in the stairwell +Fast to put the rap on a thinking cap, ignite your hair gel +No such thing as the fair sale +He'll put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail +And on this level a thug will sell your garbage +No refund, the only exchange from the cartridge +But the users just kept coming back with their life earnings +Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning +The outcome tragic, the household dramatic +Living rooms for heating spoons, basements for addicts +Support from a bean, hit the courts from a fiend +Who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his team +So he sent them gifts, body parts per diem +In a box that held prints but too dark to see 'em +************************************************** +Intro (Supreme Clientele)[Intro] +"Tony Stark makes you feel +He’s a cool exec' with a heart of steel +As Iron Man, all jets ablaze +He’s fighting and smiting with repulsor rays! +Amazing armor! That’s Iron Man! +A blazing power! That’s Iron Man!" + +[Main: Sample] +"Iron Man, the iron clad superhero of the free world may be doomed to die. Yes, the life of America's most dramatic Avenger may well hinge upon a delicate sub-miniature component, containing the strange secret which keeps his injured heart beating and enables him to live as Tony Stark: one of the nation's leading scientists, head of Tony Stark industries and as Iron Man" +************************************************** +Flowers[Verse 1: Raekwon] +See me in the club, got a gun on my leg +Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo +Live Crew meetin', layin' in the lab with robes of fly Mo +We hold all niggas eatin' +Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up +Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend +Eat it raw style like Flounder +Fuckin' with mine or how we design, my niggas might find ya +Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park +The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics +Movin' out, colored Durangos, picture me broke +That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats +Or rich niggas with the same coke + +[Verse 2: Method Man] +You can catch us cruisin', ballin' a ship, fully equipped +On a StarTAC, callin' a bitch, I'm what you get +When that Absolut and Hennessy mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) +Wu shit, my whole clique (Ultimate! Ultimate!) +Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love +Sayin' "Peac" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs +And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose +Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds +Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga, what's happenin'? +Ain't shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin' +Mashin', the latest fashion +Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins +All in together, together for worse or better +Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical +Rock, skate, roll, bounce +I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out + +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +All magazines lay, fly life we live +The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep +I'm set lightin' the Purple in a new Lex +Triflin work, let's murder everythin' that move on the set + +[Bridge: All] +I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics + +[Verse 4: Superb] +And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle +I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you +I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs, too +I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush, too +Without a paintbrush, too + +[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] +Bulletproof Wallets, 20G kitchens sets made out of Korea +Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks +Knots we re'd up behind the stove askin' how Maria popped Lea +Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse +With the gods you jeer from Stark's Pizzeria +Peace, hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off +In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter +You lost two liters, at the same case speeder +Peter slid through, shook 'em down for his reefer +James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter +Two murders in the hood, we call it double features +Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher +After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers +And your girl, I might eat her +I'm a lover, not a biter, I still catch her for a pizza + +[Superb] +You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst +So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +You fucking idiots! +Wallets motherfucker! +All my shit is bulletproof +Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets +R.A.G.U., you heard, you bird-ass niggas +Y'all niggas ain't got a chance +************************************************** +Never Be the Same Again[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, damn mom +It's gone be aight, don't worry about it +Know what I'm saying, I'ma just go +I'ma just pack my shit +Peace out, aight +Don't worry about it +I still love you though + +[Hook: Carl Thomas] +I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) +I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) +The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) +I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) +But you'll never understand, noooooo +Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ey yo I gave you everything and you still fucked my head up +Children (I'm sorry Ghost) Not now, shut up +Got back off the road, heard you sleepin' with fam +The whole hood ran up on me, I was like "Damn!" +So I stepped back, sized the whole situation patiently +Arguments, face up in the air like you hatin' me +Ask you one question, was it good? +He have you on the wall like me, was it hood? +You probably showed him your sexy faces, how you ride on top +Grabbing the sheets, in a deep zone if he hit the spot +I came home on Friday, Saturday I found out +That night I cried with the kids, I was out +And my man, I'ma do him in +And the Lord knows best what I'ma do to him +And you can keep the crib - all I'm sayin' is +Let me find out you got men around my kids + +[Hook: Carl Thomas] +I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) +I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) +The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) +I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) +But you'll never understand, noooooo +Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage +'Member those days had you smellin' my boxers +Old Gold up in the hood and bigged up +We could push through the grimiest streets +Then throw it up, like "That's my nigga!" +Anybody got something bad to say +Son'll come through and deliver +Brushin' off his 88 Clarks, y'all can't touch him +I bet a wad on it, y'all can't fuck with him +Semi-shy, and I'm laid back, crystal hats +Heard ya water broke I was like "Phewww" and ran back +I ran back fast, broke my arm in the mix +To find out that bird nigga tappin' my shit +It's alright 'do, maybe he came up with the right dough +Bigger dick, I don't know, must have been the best flow +This thing here, ever man in the world goes through +But fuck that, I put a lot of money up, I'm hatin'! + +[Hook: Carl Thomas] +I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) +I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) +The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) +I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) +But you'll never understand, noooooo +Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) + +[Bridge: Carl Thomas] +It was like ecstasy girl +Found out it was Disney World +Had us living in a fantasy world +I wish we never broke up, girl +It was like ecstasy girl +Found out it was Disney World +Had us living in a fantasy world +I wish we never broke up, girl + +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +Ey yo, you killed me with that, "who bought this?" I bought that +Knowin' damn well in all reality you bought jack +You ain't lift one finger, but you claimin' what's yours +Runnin' all through the house, bugged out, slammin' doors +We used to dress like twins - sweats, baby blue Timbs +You even scratched my Benz, let the pigs in +You think that I'm the biggest bird in America? +Catch me on TV, I'm come back, never the... + +[Hook: Carl Thomas] +I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) +I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) +The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) +I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) +But you'll never understand, noooooo +Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) +************************************************** +Jellyfish[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyyo +Here's a little story ghetto love situation +'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations +She was so fly, get high, well understood +Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo +Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn +Had a 2 o'clock appointment with this girl name Dawn +She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong +Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song +She must be a special lady and a very exciting girl +I don't know, she had the high-glow's switchin +See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin +But Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit +See she did 12 months over a ratchet +Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit +Clip was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it +It was classic +Nowadays shes laid back, helpin me perfect my rap +Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat +White, furry thing +Diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached +Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks +Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring +Take naps, near her jewerly box, she play with all the rings +And when she step out the tub its like an ill flick +Carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit +Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode +Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me +Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte) +She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN + +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Aiyyo, she gotta be gone +Waitin on my sweet strawberry pecan rican LaShawn +Holdin my taffy down when I'm gone +Three fourths of her body always covered with clothes +Thats why I'm eatin her candy and suckin her toes +Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got body like whats goin on +On some marvin gaye shit like lets get it onnnnn +Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn +Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood +I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin for me +She stash me out when the feds come lookin for me +I'm not cheatin on her or beatin on her +I spend the weekend on her +We on the block when the bills start creepin on her +She right there when it gets sticky, she strict politic to the vicky's +And a fly aviator the color of sky +God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes +Mad respect with the fat thighs +She busts guns for the revolution +Would straight leave her if she prostituting +Yo my girls the bomb, Intelligent mind, Sky blue louis vetton +Leg muscles, deep dimples +Body is soft she smell fresh like a new born +Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on +The sunshine for my quiet storm +Keepin the food warm when I'm gone +It won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn +Hit me up baby girl, P.S. Cappadon' + +[Verse 3: Trife da God] +Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn +Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen +You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe +Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue +Pretty young thing, with a body like vida +Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva +Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba +She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up +Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column +Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holdin condoms! +Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick +Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip +Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print +Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips +Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh +Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride... + +[Outro: Shawn Wiggs] +Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn its the same situation +'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations +She was so fly, get high, well understood +Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood +************************************************** +2getha Baby[Intro/Hook] +"Together baby.. together baby" +"Baby just you and me (just you and me) whoahhh" + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo +Aiyyo it's Tone, crispy like a pair of headphones +Used to play the 280 party rec rooms +Now I play the big spots all in the city +Spread champagne, scopin out bitties +Pick one, thick one son with small titties +It really doesn't matter as long as she's pretty +Come here mami, dancin right beside me +Tommy Hilfiger cut, skin like Halle +She looked like she get it from her momma (momma) +That's right Michelle, I'm Obama (bama) +Or maybe she get it from Madonna (donna) ++Material Girl+ I still don ya (don ya) +Je-wels is for the girl if she do well +Knew she was dangerous, she rode me up too well +Her jelly roll shakin like she into the well +She wanna put my name on her new nails + +[Hook] - repeat 2X + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo +Aiyyo I roll on bitches, like a skateboard +Got a few friends that give they cake to whores +Me that's a no-no, Starks take control of a chick +Then I go deep like Tony Romo +Kick 'em right out and the day starts over +Where I don't stop drinkin and I can't stand sober +In the morning when I wake up I get up just to ill +TD Bank is what I do with the mills +Bracelets, Cuban neck is on chill +Polar bear ice, I stay dressed to kill +I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill +Hittin the haze, now I'm on stilts +I'm too high, stuggle like Precious (Precious) +Love doctor niggas get the message +When it comes to baggin a chick, don't be impressive +I get girls, y'all fellas is desperate + +[Hook] - repeat 2X + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah +Yeah, yo +Yo son tap that girl, excuse me miss +You gangster~! Far from a bougie chick +Love the way you talk, your jeans fit nice +Still a lil' hood in you, you just my type +Go 'head swallow that Nuvo, no disrespect +You front on me tonight I'mma bag me a new ho +Spank that ass like a real papichulo +That Jimmy Neutron will sit you right on your culo + +[Hook] - repeat 2X + +[Ghostface over Hook] +That's right sexy lady +Come and have a seat baby +Come get a taste of this Patron and Nuvo +This that Jimmy Neutron baby +Your lipstick lookin all good put your lips on this baby +Come sip on this, aight? +Check it out, let's go +************************************************** +Legendary Weapons[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +I flip goods like a stock trader (Get money!) +We gon' rush the floor, we attack like Al-Qaeda +Suicide missionary, black activist +Nice with the tongue, I'm a verbal type masochist +Tall body, my skin got Teflon fibers +Dodge bullets, rock chains the size of barbed wires +Rolled Big Pun, a whole ounce of reefer +Rock that black and yellow before Wiz Khalifa +It's a Killah- B color scheme, I blow mega cream +Been Ghostface before Scream, know what I mean? +Like Billie Jean, lighting up the floor when I walk +This is Staten Island, New York +'87 Cheeba Hawk +No pork, no swine on the rider +If your chick loose or tighter, I'mma still get inside her +Rebel porn star, thick like dick swelling then +Beat the pussy up, leave it soft like gelatin + +[Chorus: samples] +(What the hell is going on here?) +(M-m-m-man I'm not playing, I kick the rough shit) +(Say what?) +(I--I-I-I'm n-n-not playing) +(Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come) +(Right now I'm teaching school) +(There it is you're fucking with pros and there it goes) +(You don't wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up) + +[Verse 2: AZ] +You know the MO, could never be in limbo +No lie, I rather die ‘fore I cough up info +Boss shit, intro, horse dick, nympho +Smooth on the chicks like a Robin Thicke Tempo +In-point flow, make your bottom bitch En Vogue +Soft cushion insoles stroll on tracks +In the back of the car when they told on Plat +Plaques on plaques, got racks on racks +So no need to ask why he act "All That" +King Congac got a thing for them Gats +A Hades offspring, I'm a fiend for them facts +Swing on the map, overseas with the G's +South Cackalack trying to squeeze me some cheese +Pleased on the d's when they telled on the pipe +Around the same time I excelled on the mic +The name "AZ" rings bells on site + +[Chorus: samples] +(What the hell is going on here?) +(M-m-m-man I'm not playing, I kick the rough shit) +(I offer you reality!) +(Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come) +(Right now I'm teaching school) +(There it is you're fucking with pros and there it goes) +(You don't wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up) + +[Verse 3: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] +I take money like a pool shark, put the eighth in my right pocket +Hella cool dude and I won't hesitate to pop it +Still a rude dude, try to replicate my doctrine +Roll with mad killers, my niggas regulate the projects +I'm hard body, I keep it John Gotti +You keep it Bon Jovi, you wear thongs probably +Nigga you fucking with a sick puppy +We fill up in this bitch, it's about to get ugly +I could tell you I’m hood, but y'all should already know +My affiliation of Wu could trip you to the globe +I'm worlwide with it for sure +You better check or get laced up from the face up and left off +We don't just do it, we do it to death +Pay some respect, some shit will go real when you rap +The realness, we spit this, Kill or Be Killed +Shit I still kill or be killed, should of never concealed it + +[Chorus: samples] +(What the hell is going on here?) +(M-m-m-man I'm not playing, I kick the rough shit) +(Say what?) +(I--I-I-I'm n-n-not playing) +(Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come) +(Right now I'm teaching school) +(There it is you're fucking with pros and there it goes) +(You don't wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up) +************************************************** +Conditioning[Intro] +You realize who I am? +I'm gonna break your bones into little bits +Yo + +[Verse 1] +You could throw me in a lineup, rough beard +Thick knot and my shines up +Mediterranean bezel rocks planted like saltines +Worth about six hundred thousand in the Auck scene +I still jog in the hills of Brazil +Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil +He a prize fighter, and me, I'm a prize writer +Time you industry niggas recognize fire +Boric acid mixed with ricin +Don't stand under a tree 'cause my flow is lightning +Some say I should be prosecuted, death by lethal injection +Electrocuted or Malcolm X 'em +Or send a Chinese bitch in the club to stretch him +And if that don't work, then it's on to the next one +Beef, we can let it cook, fried to perfection +Got the bulldog snub that'll cave your chest in + +[Interlude] +You know what'd happen if I punched you really hard? + +[Verse 2] +Ayy, yo, my moms never knew that she was nursin' a wolf +And I wrote this on 9/11, covered in soot +Spittin' tobacco out my mouth in Claiborne fatigues +Posted under a Brinks truck waiting to squeeze +Stay on point like the nose of a marlin, Spartacus brawler +Pressin' y'all pussies in public, nigga, you stallin' with +Nowhere to run, faggot, I'll grab your ear +My shootin' arm stay fresh like a bag of gear +Goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats +My bitch pedicured up with a sick throat +So cold, making you stutter +"I-I-I c-c-can't believe Ghost is still gutter" +Everywhere I go, I'm polyg'ed up +Cohen optical frames of Breitling, dipped with a crisp cut +See me on a Jackson 5 cover next to Randy +They had black 'fros, mine was sandy +Buckwheat Jackson + +[Outro] +You gonna fight or not? +Get off, get off +************************************************** +Baby[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn] +If it's a boy +His swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine +And if it's a girl +Ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly +What a joy we made, from the love we made +Yeah... yeah... + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what' +She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt +I said 'Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that' +Hope you ain't the anorexic type, trying to lose that +Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids +I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs +We can sail it out, five nights, six days +Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid +If I'm aggressive, just pardon my gangsta +I just wanna get to know you, get to show you +The way I move, that's part of my gangsta +Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha +Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you +In my cypher right now, makes me feel complete +Like a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottle +You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life +When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright +I'm OK, babe, how you? I'm alright +Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken +And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting +Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it +And I need some, don't be fresh, girl +You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl +Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake +Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight +That's the reason I got two court dates +Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that +I was raised in the Stat', that's my word +I pluck something if you fuck with my bat +And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing +I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names + +[Hook] + +[Interlude: Raheem DeVaughn] +Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now +Ghostface Killah, let me talk to them +Radio Raheem + +[Bridge: Raheem DeVaughn] +I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known +Like a kiss on a, collarbone +I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king +And bring to fruition, all of your dreams +And so you're having my baby +So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci +Now, push (push) harder (harder) +I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father + +[Hook x2] +************************************************** +Maxine[Intro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] +You got your hands on Mooney shit? +Say word +We gon' get high +I don't give a fuck about that nigga +He a bird anyway +Baby taking his packages +He a snitch, too (Ayo) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +In Pam's house there was money missing +She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin' blow in the kitchen +Her kids never ate, BCW's involved with her +Kids that she never seen, shipped two to Florida +Maxine, dark skinneded, bald headed bitch, mean +Pam's right hand, together they're the coldest fiends +Aw, shit, guess who arrived at the door +It's Mooney the supplier, "Shh, don't open the door!" +"Bitch, open the door!" "Maxine, he gon' kill me!" +"Chill, I got a friend cop," "Girl, you don't know his beef" +Three long kicks, the hinges flew off +Kids screaming, the heavy face slap blew Maxine head off +It's on in the crib, "You wrong for what you did +You gon' pay, Pam, fuck that, boo, kiss your kids +Y'all get the fuck in the room", "Fuck you, you ain't our real daddy" +"Next time you see my Caddy, don't fucking flag me" +This is where he fucks up at, peep his movements +Maxine's in the kitchen crying, grits is boiling on the side +She had a cup of lye, somebody gotta die +"Uh-huh, y'all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages +Y'all had Mackie's shit and Pappy's shit +Word to Aunt May I want mine" + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Pulled out the nine, get in the tub +He seen the hot iron, pulled the plug out +He steamed Pam brought it back to Penny on Good Times +Back in the dollar bill, he sniffed like six lines +He put his gat down, why he do that? +Creeping through the crib was Maxine, pot holder down with the grits +Pam sucking his dick, Maxine Al Greened him +Screaming, slipped in piss, he ran in the seed's room +Grits down cryin' aight with his balls out +He stepped on Clarence, Biggie Smalls album +"Boobie get that nigga!" Pam yelling, "Rip that nigga!" +Mookie went and got the dye out the kitchen +James jumped on Moon, poked him with a screwdriver +Broke the TV, niggas watching Knight Rider + +[Bridge: Ghostface Killah] +This is Pam Jerkins mother house +The same shit go on at her brother house +You know Mooney's only a buck-o-five wet +He only had two hundred dollars worth of shit +And the kids tore his ass up + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +The seeds had a huddle up, I felt sorry for him +The funny shit when bowlegged Keke hopped on him +Jumped on him, pigeon toed Mookie, poured lye on him +You should've seen this motherfucker's face frying +Half dying, they stuck a fork through his nuts +The little girl was happy, she picked her brother up +"Quick, pick the window up," Mooney overheard +Right before they threw him out, the nigga said, "Word?" + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +On the count of three +He landed right in front of the first floor balcony +Blood, brains is splattered +He was dead +And the cops never came +That's Stapleton + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +All, all, all in together now +We getting fresh, getting right for the weather now +And if we fall in the game, yo, that's never now +Come to my projects and we'll air you out +************************************************** +Here I Go Again[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I've seen Raj +He been a friend for years +Now your boy in blue, how he switched up gears +He said how I been? +I got a ear full of bad news +Your block is corrupt and it's time to choose +We got some niggas running drugs that can't be touched +Unless you wanna' handle the dirt, it'll mean so much +I said I got this, message received +I'mma clean up the block like you wouldn't believe +Call me Mr. Clean, aka Starkiano +Nine years later slid across the Verrazano +Clean sweep, apply pressure to the scum +This is my town, Stapleton is where I'm from +Third shot slapped in the head with a juice box +Grenade with no pin in his mouth, this is my block +And Bamboo fucking with this is absurd +I'mma handle my bee's wax, that's my word + +[Hook: Rell] +Came up out the darkness, searching for light +I know home is where my heart is +And now nothing seems right +I tried to make peace and cut my losses +And carry on somehow +But I've come much too far, man +Too late to turn back now, here I go again +Here I go again +Here I go again +Here I go again + +[Spoken: AZ] +9 joints, my nigga you’re home +Streets is different + +[Verse 2: AZ] +Yeah, yeah, welcome home Starks +Remember us at the jams in the parks? +Olde Gold guzzlers, Wallabee Clarks +Young cold hustlers, obviously sharp +Voom with the purpose to bloom, so in tune +Dialogue like Disciples in the circle of goons +My ace boon, then you got sent to the tombs +And shit went left, had to pinch my flesh +And figure some other scheme to get cream, reign supreme +You know everything ain't what it seem +So I switched up size, had to switch up lives +Now I can fuck life and rip her thighs +A badge and a gun that's legal, it's more lethal +Than any local dealer that's evil leading peoples +The sequel, me and you both could split a loaf +Just need you a little closer +You could squeeze that toast +And knock off targets, starting with the hardest +By next year my nigga, we be the largest +Felonies done with no charges + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Beauty Jackson[Female voice sampled] +Standing at the bus stop +I heard a voice behind me saying: "Hi, baby" +Ohh I just fell all apart inside +Because I hadn't heard that voice in such a long time +I turned around... + +[Ghost talking over sample] +That's right y'all, y'all shoulda seen what I did +So so pretty, so pretty - y'all hear how she sounds right? +She sounds crazy right? Yes +This what happened at the bus stop + +[Ghostface Killah] +She turned around and this grown lady said hi +I was quite stunned from the way she replied +Peace, nice to meet ya, sweetie call me Tony Starks +Ghost if you like ta, mind if I invite ya +Over for some red wine, nice Barry White huh +She pulled out a cigarette, hon here's a lighter +Her voice was a slow jam, full length white mink +Hella fine with a beauty mark on her right cheek +When she spoke her smoke floated when it left her throat +Spelled honey when she blew it out it turned to water word +I was infatuated +She put the perfume to her neck and sprayed it +Plus the bottle was nickel plated +It make a young girl steez yo feel outdated +And know the married chicks shopping with they man's hated +One stone on her finger was green, Maybelline +Cover Girl lipstick, Plumb color fingertips +Revlon face blush, oh-five-six shit +The ashes was hangin off her stog' so she flicked it +Damn, had to bundle up, I caught goosebumps +Plus the windchill factor had dropped, here the bus come +I never rush one, here take my number miss +I live alone, her face fell when I dropped the chrome +Damn, can I have YOUR number? {*bus pulls away*} +************************************************** +Box In Hand[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks +No doubt, it be the champ +Yeah, curly head kid +Yo, yo, yo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors +Big dick saloon, I contact the womb +The Black Asian wrist location keeps circulating +My wonder twin power activate shit on this nation +Allah seen represent the gumby wintergreen +Who walk mean stand up on your block and burn a bean +Sip Ballantyne looking at that bitch wide behind +The thing that's fucking up her grill is that swine +Then turn around take my last pull off the L +These niggas up the block keep looking at me well +Do they want the jewel, It Ain't Hard to Tell +I recognize a face, he acting like Denzel +Fuck 'em, I want to check Mo for a chop +Told him: bald on the sides, light fade, rough top +Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame +My dialogue's rebellious rain and reign supreme +Glanced at a red light, seen Killah get on a ninja bike +Show my love to the god, he peeled out and made a right +{*Sound of speeding motorcycle*} + +[Chorus: Method Man] +When you walking down your street with your box in your hand +And you bringing the music of the Wu-Tang Clan +And you hear Ironman on your radio, rapping +Your feet start to dancing and your hands start the clapping + +[Verse 2: Streetlife] +Street's running through your dance hall gunning +Like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MCs with summons +For pumping that watered down substance, peep this +Slugs finger creeping, making moves like Crying Freeman +Prince of Thieves, Earth third seed +Heavyweight like Golden Fleece as homicide stroll the streets +In blue Caprice and looking for thugs holding heat +Inner city beef got me plotting trilogy +To dispose enemies sneak attacks, I'm beyond and above that +Seen that, done that–respect, black +I catch a slug to your hardhat, lounging in the Everglades +Surfing the airwave, catch a Buck-50 +With the razor blade swiftly, Shaolin cats be shiesty +Strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey + +[Chorus: Method Man] +When you walking down your street with your box in your hand +And you bringing the music of the Wu-Tang Clan +And you hear Ironman on your radio, rapping +Your feet start to dancing and your hands start the clapping + +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Rest your headpiece on this one son, cough up a lung +Sleeping on my murderous type ones'lI get you done +I'm looking at these cutthroat kids and how they live +It's like we was partners in spades and you renege +Can't fuck with no nigga like that, he get me jack +Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black +Whole 7 and a half, up right and roll tight +Fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25 +To life on this mic device I'm nothing nice +A mixture of long wild rice and Old Spice +Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it +Flip it, daddy long dick it, slide +A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches +You thought weak but meant wicked +Niggas choke off my secondhand smoke, lifted +Everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm +Hit me with the 18 Bronze/Buddha Palm +About to blow like Napalm, go for your arm +Prepare for the warfare or buy a share +Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah +Johnny about to go there, need another year +Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here +************************************************** +Black Out[Intro: Lil Fame] +Black out! +Black out! + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, ayo, these duffle bag niggas is lame hoes, I flame those +Your papa should have left you as a stain on clothes +I rock heavy metal, eighteen carats or better +Blue Steel or Beretta, I'mma stack that feta +Guacamole, my shit is fat, I call it Roly Poly +Niggas is screamin' like, Damn Ghost holy moly +The baddest bitches walkin' two steps behind me +Cause the god's robes flaring out, shit I don't care about +One false move on the kid, I'm airing out +Dumpin', pellets be hop skip an' a jumpin' +With the automatic shotgun, hand on the pumpin' +Dum, dum, watch your whole body flop +And wild the fuck out, I'm like a bull in the china shop +Beasty, I can walk on cut glass, I bust ass +Niggas better cover they face or get slashed +Or see me an' ya granny in the yard gettin' trashed + +[Hook] +Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out +Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out +You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out +Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out +Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out +Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out +You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out +Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out + +[Verse 2: Lil Fame] +I chant warrior songs for all my warriors gone +Spit the blood, sweat, and tears, y’all just call it a song +Yes I’m highly explosive, Yes I’m something ferocious +Niggas fuckin’ with my nerves like multiple sclerosis +Watch out, you’ll get your food ate +Give em a buck and a half across the face and scrape the plate +I lift your motherfuckin hood up like a mechanic +And leave you layin for life in your hammock, god dammit +This is marksman + +[Verse 3: Billy Danze] +My niggas is prone to black out +Double-handed out the Chevrolet until it max out +Mo Ps is Gs, these niggas tap out +Buck-a-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, push your back out +If you don't know what that's bout, pack up and stab out +Make a decision or deal with conditions when I spaz out +Unload, reload, unload, reload +Hand 'em a couple more, and keep a couple for the road + +[Hook] +Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out +Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out +You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out +Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out +Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out +Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out +You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out +Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out + +[Verse 4: Pharoahe Monch] +Pull out the ratchet, this is not rappity rap shit +It's, liver then Super Fly saliva when the MAC spit +That, raat, tip-tip-tip-tip-tip tap shit +That you cannot stick the landing like Gabby Douglas when you backflip +My Hammer Dance'll make y'all niggas do The Running Man +'77 blackout, Berkowitz, Son of Sam +Understand what you working with is WordPerfect +The earth surface is most prolific circuit breaker break your circuits +Ticket information, we blacks out +Spontaneous combustion, instantaneous gentrification (blackout!) +Poppin' your melon like Gallagher, you won't survive +Psychopath with a silencer, my caliber is forty five +Tumultuous tragedy, infamous, infamy +These egregious statistics will increase exponentially +Potentially, my brain is probably twisted +This auto shotty lifted your body and dropped it like a molly +Kid shit + +[Hook] +Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out +Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out +You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out +Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out +Ayo back out, give em the whole thing, Black out +Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out +You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out +Don't give a fuck about a thing nigga, Black out +************************************************** +The Black Diamonds[Intro: sample] +I warn you shit face! +I pick who I'm gonna bury next +Say your prayers fast +'cause you're about to feel my arm in + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Freedom of speech, watch how I reach my potential +I still know hunting for, dope tracks and instrumentals +Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades +Fought Temptations, slap-boxed in The Devil's cage +Globe Trotter, spot-rusher, I bust in your mouth like a Gusher +It's Wu Tang motherfucker! +I ain't mad , I cock My music in the chamber +I'm God's gift; heard I was born in a manger +Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you +Leave you slumped on the chestboard found by a park ranger +Burst of adrenaline, bungee jump off of the Verrazano +I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamo's +In the streets heavy, my charms chunky +You damn right I fuck fans +And I keep the munchies + +[Break: sample] +Guess you must be, the four dog fist champion +(I've heard of this devil's kick, of course yeah +Everyone knows in the Kung-Fu world +It's a method that's never been defeated yet) +Ha ha ha, and won't be +I suppose I should warn you +I've been given good money, to kill you + +[Verse 2: Roc Marciano] +Loose cannon +Forty-deuce flicks to Paris, way back at the Palace +Like Mike Harris +Callous +Fly nicest, metallic, bang mallets +Fly your whole carriage to Paris +The Black Pat Garrett +Carats on Donna Karens +Guys die trying to drive the McLaren +Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace +Angelic body lie cold without spirit +My finest hour, you sacrifice to a higher power +Fly from the tower, I fly sour +And buy powder, .40 cal give your pal a shower +You shit in your new Calvin Klein trousers +The night prowler, your life is ours +Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you +Push up flowers +You ain't counting chip-counters +Niggas is pimps your bitch shouted +The 650 get cloudy + +[Break: sample] +You'll see! I'm a master now +And whoever insulted you, pays with his life for this +That I swear! I'll fight now +(Okay, not bad) +(Patience, you've not seen it all yet) + +[Verse 3: Killah Sin] +Yo; gonna beef I don't discriminate +We dudes black and blue, smack on crews +Like they're food, taking space up +On my dinner plate +Depending on my mental state +The mood that I'm in'll make me charge like a bull +Pull the tool out and ventilate you +Sinner taste you down +Make your crown face your frown, full of +Rounds from the pound that detonate when +They penetrate +Tell you always been a snake +You don't move like I do +Imitators hate the fact +That they can't do what I do +I'm mindful of my rivals, I can +Smell em when they slide through +Provide you my arrival, they won’t even get a side-view +Won't know that life is over +Til I'm standing right beside you +It's not that I don't like you, motherfuckers +I despise you. The other different pedigree +Not cut from the same cloth, stay G'd up +From the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce +I love it when they tough talk +My guns love to bust off, but every time +I squeeze they call police, they bus me up north +Sinister the finisher, they label me a menace +And got mad when I laughed at the judge +During sentencing, not glorifying prison but +I'm built tough for bidding +It's survival of the fittest shit +I live it every minute every hour to the second +I'm gaining my respect +Never catch the god in the yard +Sharpening the weapons, got shooters +On demand, new recruits for the Clan +Sticking everything moving, more loot for the fam +Ain't a damn thing changed, just say the name, bitch: Wu-Tang! +************************************************** +Drama[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, where the fuck is that blunt at? +Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit, man? +Two pulls of that shit—nigga start gettin paranoid and shh +Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga! +Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on? +Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +It was the night before he got popped +Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot +Tropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifth +Next to the Town House crackers Madden on, 2008, a G a game +I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deep +Lil niggas bussin off they punk heat +I'll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeys +But I ain't wettin that +I don't wanna send nobody back, violate me, take a nap +Promise you got something lord that will honor you +Blow your lil head off while you're tying your shoe +But back in the kitchen Pyrex's +Occupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests +86 got guards on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they rob ???? +To them that's natural actual play the squib God we gettin at you +And we don't want to rap to you +It's not Kosher +It's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer +Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come over +Hoping you falll for the bait thinking you safe +Had that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes +I want the ones nigga you non believers you can ask your momma +Now that's drama + +[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] +Dollar icy from papi with the scraper Glock with the laser +Trying my best not to pop yet but the drop is major +Shot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch this +I never been this itchy hope these cops just +Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play third +In a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird +I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway +Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay +Nice play just too bad it's your last +Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass +So watch the teams line up shake hands guess the games over +Faggot nigga hopped in a Liberty fake Range Rover +I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 +Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover story +Look like he stopping for gass I'm a pluck him yay +This had to be his most unlucky lucky day +2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there +Acting like my tires need air +He closed the gas cap too many things going his way +So I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but hey +I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhere +I went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer +10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper +Look left and see partner I hit the stash blokka + +[Verse 3: Game] +Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neal? +Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peel +Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel +Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils +Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on +Fully dressed bitches watching them with they snubs on +While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon +Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on +Fiends love me like a Drake song +Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long +Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos +Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos +Niggas steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera +Niggas steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta +Take your New Era off and reveal +The faggot nigga you are or your cap getting peeled +Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril +That'd chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grill +Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill +Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real +Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson +It's 2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons +Top 10 how the fuck you gonna forget Compton +Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in +I started soowoo I'm the reasaon for that 5 shit +Came in the game on that fucking Ready to Die shit +Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly shit +Naked pictures R&B bitches all in my Sidekick +How I be killin the pussy should be a hate crime +Got a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTime +Back to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes +All they want is money my nigga I can't waste mine +I son niggas like it's day time +Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist lines +Smooth as a baby's ass and I got that Baby cash +Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had +Motherfucker +************************************************** +Shakey Dog Starring Lolita[Ghostface Killah] +I had my eyes squinched up tryin' to get through the fog +Pullin' up mad slow blunted, passin' police cars +I saw one two three bodies +Blood mixed with the rain ran through the gutter +That's the work of a tommy +But then I heard it was the work of a mami +Spanish chick bad, about five six, long hair, red Jag +Kinda bowlegged, Chanel sweatpants, she thick +She love her some pussy, don't really give a fuck about dick +That's when I got the call, yo Tone come to the shop +Some fire jumped, chill I'm about to pull in the lot +Lowered the tunes, pulled the Benz keys out the ignition +Brushed the ashes off my blazer then finished my Guinness +So then I walked in, seen the God shufflin' cards +Spades game, it's goin' down, he lost a couple of yards +Peace Lord, how your physical? + +[Raekwon] +He upstate miserable +Stressed, doin' a thousand sets +But yo check the visuals +I'm at this hotel in Queens +Me and Charene getting' slow necked +That's live, I couldn't finish the bean +Gotta a phone call, seen the whole bitch face fall +Dope fiend look like the bitch swallowed an eight ball +They talkin' about killin' ya man's and them +That kid from Staten, his jewels is tough, his robes is satin +Yo that's my heart Tone; yea yea he killed the captain +What nationality nigga? The kid was Latin +It happened uptown, broad day, right in Manhattan +I was shoppin' with my home girl, Leona with acne? +But you know what, Flaco niece Lolita +Flew in, she from Medellin, he deaded her uncle over them seventeen bricks +Niggas ain't slick, niggas is dicks +Y'all got beef for life now cause that bitch is a trick + +[Ghostface Killah] +Ay yo fuck that, close the gate + +[Raekwon] +And lower the shade +Then a shot popped off + +[Ghostface Killah] +Hit lil' bro in his fade +And then I see him dropped his clippers + +[Raekwon] +He dipped with the quickness +It was Lolita black down yo + +[Ghostface Killah] +With four other bitches +She had a nasty hammer, fat ass + +[Raekwon] +Her tits was bananas +Yo the clip was ninety shot + +[Ghostface Killah] +She lit up the cameras +So then I bugged out, ran up the steps + +[Raekwon] +Yo I got hit in the leg + +[Ghostface Killah] +He shot back, hit one bitch in her breast +Under the pinball game aimin' + +[Raekwon] +It's foggy and rainin' + +[Ghostface Killah] +My jewels is clangin' + +[Raekwon] +Yo Tone tuck your chain in +She shootin' like she wanted a payment +Throwin' bullets like Joe Nameth, yellin' + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo it's all entertainment +Where y'all girls at? Where ya'll pussies at? +Thought y'all bang on Gaten Island? +I killed three things on Staten Island + +(Guns firing) +Take that! +You fuckin' with me huh?! +That's all you got babyyyyyy? +Hold that! Motherfuckaaaaa! +Yea! You on Staten Island now nigga! + +[Ghostface Killah] +Now where the fuck is your brain at now ho? +You fuckin' with me, brains is all over the wall like Velcro +I fuck your pussy while you die slow +Wake up! You cock suckin' ass maricon + +That's what you get for killin' Frankie + +(Police loudspeaker) +Tony Starks, Tony Starks drop you weapons now +Put your weapons down or we will shoot + +Ay yo Rae I got this +I ain't surrenderin', they gon hang me +You know what it do, yo I love you +Say peace to my kids, say peace to my wiz +I ain't goin' to jail +Fuck it's on G, let's get...FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS! +************************************************** +Save Me Dear* rapping over Freddie Scott's "(You) Got What I Need" + +[Intro: Freddie Scott sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Uh... you got it (baby...) +Uh... you got it (uh-huh) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Her name was Kim, this light skinned girl from Shaolin +Stood by my side when my world was caved in +She cooked for me, fix me up, plus made me happy +Every time she told me she loved me, I said, "no backsies" +I was fucked up in the game, migranes +No money in my pockets, all I had was a chain +.45 stainless, it got so deep I threw the heat to my dome +She said "If you shoot, you ain't the real Pretty Tone" +Baby, come home, you not alone, be strong whether right or wrong +Our bond is even more stronger when the light is gone +Say, "Yo, Starks relax, you know I got the hot water runnin +Baby, oil you down, pots in the oven" +And my lovin'? It's gone when they style old fashion +And, ah, don't worry bout that jam, you gonna smash 'em +Boom bash em', your time has come +Stay focused, keep it cool, you know I love you +Love you too, babe, thank you + +[Interlude: beat break and Freddie Scott samples] +Uh... (you out there) you got it (louder) + +[Ghostface Killah] +The more I drowned, the more down he went +As if to say, them other chicks wasn't meant +When she came through, by every square inch possible +Help the kid get on out, every obstacle +Long talks at night, arguments and still try'nna solve +Whether who is right, we mad tight +And the way she never call the cops on a nigga's +Got me, open, even more on her with her bangin' body +My favorite sweetheart, cum, but don't ever stop +Your love, give me every drop, you kiss get's me very hot +Never felt feelings before, and felt so sure +Every time you put it on me, I feen for more +Think that's the reason why, can't leave, can't lie +Look you dead in the eye +Word to fuck up, like Ralph, baby, your the greatest +I'mma sell my guns, and with the cash I'mma bring you to Vegas + +[Interlude: Freddie Scott samples] +Uh... you got it +I was drowning in the sea of love +Going down for the third time +You came and saved me dear (saved me) {Ghostface!} +And all the sweet things you've been doing, I ain't never been used to 'em +Don't ever stop them, dear (stop them dear) + +[Ghostface Killah] +To all the ladies who love they man +Though they fuck up, and you still let them back in +Make some noise if you cook and you clean for 'em +Out of love, doing juks for them +To all my niggas who love a girl with good brains on 'em +Bag 'em and get your name tattooed on 'em +Kiss 'em in the morning, hold 'em, definitely show 'em +We got our crab down, packed when it's time to mold 'em + +[Outro: Freddie Scott samples] +Oh... oh.. oh... oh oh... +Uh... (you out there) you got it (louder) +I was down... thank you +************************************************** +Iron’s Theme (Intermission)[Chorus] +Wu Tang Clan +Wu Tang Clan and Iron Man +Lead us to the promised land +And we will build upon this land +Until we free all black man +Iron man +Lead us to the promised land +Teach us how to raise our fam +Through love and economic plan +Living out Allah God plan + +[Bridge: RZA] +Wu Tang Clan and Iron Man they were wise, they will lead us, they will lead to the promised land and we will fight, and we will build, we will build upon this land, and we will free the black man, and free the world over the family, and we will build, and we will teach of the word of Allah, and Allah is ONE, Allah is one, and we will teach and prove Allah is one and his word shall spread throughout the universe, and he shall strike down with a mighty force and dispose these devils to the pits of hell +************************************************** +Me, Denny & Darryl[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Alright, there it go again +Yo, yo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em, hoppin' in with Glocks an' them +Stick up kids on dead-end streets, we pop 'em first, we box 'em in +Behind the wheel the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen +Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in +To stop the bleedin', lotta reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat +The money pop a lotta shit, the stick-up game is outta season +First time I scoped 'em out in front of subways eatin' pizza +He didn't even peep us +This is practice, thuggin' with free access +Original hitmen, born shooters that wear glasses +Guns that stop traffic, ain't afraid to blast it, bitch +This is Iraq iron, not plastic +We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives +You in the trunk, balls-out naked, you gon' die +Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry +Night-night, ya goin' to bed, but not to the Stuy + +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp (Uh huh) +If I can't catch the plane then I'm catchin' the blimp (Yeah) +Told brown-skin, "Yeah, you can call me a pimp" +But I'm the real orphan of rap, I got lost in the pack +The streets had me trapped, I ain't know where I was at +Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy +Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (Word) +You can't off me, your wack flows suck and exhausts me (Hey) +I got New York heat, 'bout to fuck a chick shortly (C'mon) +I'm bowlegged with dogs, can't none of y'all walk me +Honeys love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me +I'm good with the hoop, ten hut, my army tense up +You can't inch up, don't even flinch up +Honeys get wet and they panties be all drenched up +I'm comin' off the bench like I'm blowin' the bench up +Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks +36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up +Armored tank, Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck + +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs, collard greens +Dollar dreams, if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king +Am I? My persona, man, it's nada, this is not a thing +Island got Italians, load the Talons and then bada-bing +Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y'all, don't make a scene +Making cream, how I make it up without the Maybelline? +Can' with the laser beam, your favorite team's +Not the playground to play around with, just try and take a swing +Yadamean? It's not a seesaw battle +Not the bridge you wanna travel +'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazzano is narrow +Just me, Denny and Darryl +Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith on the barrel +Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow +Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle +Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel +Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel +************************************************** +Yolanda’s House[Ghostface Killah] +Ay, yo, I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed +Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust +The way I fell cracked the face of my watch +My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot" +Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out +Dogs is barkin' all you hear is the car's sirens +I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron +Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm lyin' +May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath +The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest +Tryin' to focus up and make progress +That's what I get for slingin' in them projects +Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chillin' +Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling +Cookin' me fries, fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits +While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick +Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch +I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck +Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box? +She finished off the last one, oh shit I hear the cops +Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie +Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's +So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door +Like ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw +So he jumped up balls out, hid in the closet +I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!" + +[Method Man] +...and let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on? +Shoulda knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong +Bustin' in here on that government shit +Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits +She's asthmatic and you laughin' son +I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin tryna grab the gun +'Cause shit's real man, you spazzin' dun +There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run +You know we family like Crack and Pun +But Mr. GFK, state your business after that, be one +Now can it be that you hot, lord? +You did some shit on the block that the cops tryna lock you for? +Can't believe you blowin' the spot, lord +My chick is buggin', she trippin' +My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers +Now I'm caught up in the drug sting +Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on +Can't understand it, it's a thug thing +And in the middle of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon + +[Raekwon] +I need my money Meth, gonna buy them hundred birds +Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work +He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me +Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt +You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it +The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out +Her little brother wanted two bricks +You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty-six +All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick +He told me foul shit, wild shit +That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no that Steve Rifkind style shit +Hit me with some other talk, him in New York +They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork +That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses +Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost +He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm +And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm +************************************************** +The Forest[Intro: Raekwon] +I see buds that are green, red roses too +I see the blunts, for me and you +And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.. + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] +It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys +Wonderland you should see it, ch-yo +Animated actors that become ya toys +Once you see it, don't believe, ch-yo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, my wiz play the flute, I stroll through the forest like +Peace, bushes, trees, hello, how was your day? Have you seen the prince? +Haven't seen him since he pushed Humpty Da-Dumpty fell off the fence +The Smurfs fell out laughin', Heckle told Jeckle at min +They took my Medicaid card, he's a good friend +Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin' +And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on The Simpsons +Bet you "my golly, oh glory" with a story to tell +Droopy got knocked, now he Muslim in jail +His name is Abdrul, Colorful, Snow White tattoo +She used to send him mad flicks in Cash Rule +And the cat too, old girl who's clackin' her shoes +And that wicked witch broke her broom, clappin' at Scoob +It happens every night, I seen it, shoot outs in Jellystone Park +Kermit had the whip, he did from the narcs +They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie +Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" +Ghost, please you don't even want to know +Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go... +Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was savage +Bruto slapped, Magoto slapped out his glasses backwards +Magilla used to come to class wit rachets +He was known in the hood, plus good for his classics +Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips +Big Boy bustin' out his corderoy fix +Eleven, way beyond is little boy fit +Magoo, he gon' catch him at the teachers' conference +So later that week durin' open school night +Everybody there, saw open school fight +Blows is big, Olive Oil was pissed +The wolf was too, they murdered one of the pigs +He said, "What great big heat you have" +He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast" +He said, "What great big teeth you have" +"Mothafu- you better look at all the beef you have" + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] +It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys +Wonderland you should see it, ch-yo +Animated actors that become ya toys +Once you see it, don't believe, ch-yo + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +After that though, Jerry, Tom's the cat, Ruther Rats +Riff Raff, courageous cat, Jossie and the Pussycats +Porky Pig ripped shag, Elmer Fudd's double snub cartoon gat +Had sat in the back of the Hat, the hippos had O's +Wilma had fucked Johnny Bravo +Richie had his shit snatched then yapped at a live show +That bitch dollar boated yo, Astro screamed on Dino +That's what he gets for ass-betting Snoopy C-low +Goofy had kilos, big hole in his nose, wind blows +Heard he was Moe, and showed how he rolled +Peter Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed +She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set +Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin' +Her and Barney had an army out in pink house, the shit was rockin' +Guess who got rich and bounced? Scrooge McDuck, he had an ounce +Ain't no money out in CandyLand, we out... +************************************************** +Dogs of War[Intro: Ghostface Killah & (movie sample)] +Just keep away (just keep away +Go on, it's not your fight!) +It's not yours nigga, fall back +I'm about to blow something out here +Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing +We gon' handle our business and shit +These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that +This is real shit, real talk +Four different niggas, with four different aspects, nigga +This is family shit +Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga? +This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men +Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins +Indeed, we smack niggas up for their cheese +Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck +The streets don't know my peeps +Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing niggas off they feet +With four-four gloves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's +My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's +Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's +The film look hyper, when I clap 'em in slo mo' +Ya'll still paying the mob? We whip niggas out like waffle batter +Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds +Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch +Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat +Think not, we still run the trains, til the condom pop +On the low, we still fucking them cops +Pretty things from all precints, friday nights, we holding they Glocks +This is family, nigga, niggas can't stand me +Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy + +[Verse 2: Sun God] +You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is +S.I.N.Y., where the animals live +Ass bet, niggas run in yo cribs +I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig +I'm like "Damn, what a wonderful kid" +I could do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid +You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched +From the grandpops, down to the kids +And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man +Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears +Sun God got the pits for his ears, cuz niggas is scared +Hoping I don't let it blow in they ribs +I said hot, niggas get robbed non stop +Once the gun cock, niggas strip down to they socks +And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop +Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets +Juks everything, dice games, mini markets +Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets +Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels +Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds +Never deny niggas with iron... YO! + +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew +We can smoke, all in the halls +It's how many niggas with guns, got 'em on +All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets +This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods +Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up +Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing +A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money +To lay up on the low, swinging beamers +I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead +All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers +So much beef in these whoppers +Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers +What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain +It's automatic, I live it and I claim it +It's real, come around here, you bought here +Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick + +[Verse 4: Trife da God] +Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day +Slinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way +Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray +And let the shots fall wherever they may +This is family, nigga, minus the mob ties +The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5 +Niggas'll rather die when they're pride's in question +Try'nna play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions +Look you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection +Extended clips, super sizing my weapons +Five eleven, keep the heat tucked +That'll burn a hole thru ya stomach like acid reflux +Get buried in ya cheap tux' +We make it hard for you niggas to keep up +Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up +Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping +At a table, breaking bread like a family + +[Verse 5: Cappadonna] +Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and +Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats +Never the least, we invading the streets +Shaking the beast, we familiar for life +We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life +My dogs is real tight, shooting the dice +Some of my fam might snatch ya ice +Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work +Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill, wanna spark the dutch +Wizard my fam, that stuck you up, I got fam that'll fuck you up +Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck +Osama Island, we been wilding, see the violence +We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin +************************************************** +Slept on Tony[Intro: unknown male] +Never under estimate Tony Stark + +[Hook: female singer (samples)] +You done slept on Tony +"Tony Starks!" "Ironman!" +You done slept on Tony +"Yo, before that, I was getting it on" +You done slept on Tony +"Tony Starks!" "Ironman" +You done slept on Tony +"I was getting it, getting it, getting it on" + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, when they kidnapped your boy, and forced me to do evil +I created an iron suit, to protect my people +Escaped, bound to be Ironman the great +The billionaire Tony Starks'll renew your fate +Built Stark Towers, throw the biggest events +Got liquid, armor, I can paint all dents +Keep a few bad chicks, I ain't your average hero +Movie premieres, catch me wit Denzel and De Niro +Six six eleven gold, playboy industrialist +Face of a ghost, mind of a technologist +Specialist, modern day speech slang therapist +Specialize in weapons, I can blow off terrorists +So, so don't sleep big homey +Real recognize and I can see you phoneys +My weak heart can't take it, got a life long sentance +Boy genius grown up, and I fight with a vengeance + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I got steel toe wallies when I glide on stage +And my heart gently weeps in an iron ribcage +Punctured by metals, replaced by elements +My enemies hunt it like a tusk on the elephant +Extraordinary, hiding my dual identity +Anthony Stark, call me Ton', the top pedigree +Multi-billionaire, military contractor +Crushing my opponents, with the strength of a compactor +Ex-factor, I turn liquids to metals +Water to wine, I turn dirt into rose petals +Greatest man walking, blow a bottle of Goose +Gold-plated iron armor, to Versace suits +I'm so elegant, scientifically intelligent +My lawyers won the case, I won't take the settlement +Money's irrelevant, I need heat to energize +We taking over the planet, Stark Enterprise + +[Hook] + +[Outro: unknown male] +Once again, Tony Stark, infinite finesse +Stopped the planet, and destroyed an indestructable track +************************************************** +The Hilton[Intro: Raekwon] +This nigga just bought eleven machine guns +And he brought them in my crib + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] +Glittered out, stout face, tec, Rae up in the Hilton +Heard Nia Long is in the building +Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service +It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous +Lift off the lid, seen two shiny .38's aimed at the kid, what I do, duck! +Rae up in the shower singing, son don't know that it's real +Coming looking like he about peel something +In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa +If I could just reach my hammer +He bust two shots, I played mice +Ran to the spot where the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice +That's when Rae ran out of the back +Towel on, soap on his arms, spint duke around, fell on my lap +Yo, what the fuck happened? +It was a set up to get wet up +Starks you're bleeding +Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up +Ten G's down the drain +Yo hurry up, we got to get him up +Get the sheets son, let's fix him up +Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch +Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices +The hit came quick, hit the jack, star six Ghost +Put down the phone stupid, wipe off your prints +Rae ran hysterically, slipped on soap +Landed on his back with his gat, now that's dope +We got three minutes, nobody seen shit, somebody might have heard shit +Singing on some Martin, where my momma bird shit +Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock +Everything all right? Party here, sir, balloons popped +Threw this dude under the bed +A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds +Had money in juice up on his wedding day +The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me +What you want sweetie, lima beans and kidney +Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer +Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper +Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut +Praying how me make it out the telly untouched + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda +We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer +Caught up in the grimy shit +Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit +It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda +We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer +A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda +We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk, it's time to move fast +Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash +Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates +Blew on the first class flight to L.A +It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn +So where it came from? That nigga we stuck and took the caine from +We should have killed him when we had him +Yo I was holding a Magnum +Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon +His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago +She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoe's +We had our eyes closed, God, we should have seen it coming +He should have seen me coming, running out the showers gunning +Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on +It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song +Dawned on me later on, by then the day was gone +How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on +Smoke the Cee Allah, sent the kite through the Pens +Him and Big Dan, known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems +Giants from Attica riots, Halls is quiet +CO's with babies on their arms look tight +And this nigga from down state got shipped up north +Stocky young fella, running his jibs on how he set it off +Then heard that shit, plus got that kite +Money got murdered in his bunk that night + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda +We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer +Caught up in the grimy shit +Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit +It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda +We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer +A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda +We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer +************************************************** +Blood on the Streets[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo!, Gas Mask down +It’s revenge mode +I gotta level my levels +So I don’t explode +Gotta stay focused +Put on the Killah face +Figure how to get em’ all in the same place +Plot thickens, it’s all about the strategies +I look down in my bag and see a stack of cheese +Start making calls, buying artillery +Landmines and shit, niggas is killing me +Aiming for the block where all the magic happens +Call 911 report a kidnapping… + +[Verse 2: AZ] +Fuck a Glock +Hundred shots from the ooo-wop +Let’s bring it back to them blocks off the new lots +Who a cop, nigga? I started from the shoe box +You grew a lot +But I schooled you how to do drops +In my tube socks spraying from the rooftops +92’ props +Banging for my blue tops +It’s me and you Ak , Biggie verses 2Pac +You forgot +I’m the one who let you rock +Yellow brick squares yeah +Nigga I’m the wiz here +Can never fear +Fuck boy you just live here +Kill your kids here, put you in a wheel chair +And leave you there with that ice grill stare Tony +You know you know me +The one and only +The ruler of Eukanuba +Do my dirt all by my lonely +Motherfucker + +It's me nigga! +You know that work I put in! +You really feeling yourself! +Should've stayed gone, motherfucker! + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Raj came quick +Like he’s suppose to +I’m going postal +Caught a gang member - Blew him bi-costal +Brains all over the block - it’s hot +Crooked cops running up in the game to see my plot +They about to meet in the street where the bomb’s set +Detonate like a war vet and jet +Duck behind cars, Blowing ARs +Glock 9s poppin, Bodies droppin’ +I’m taking out knee caps - Anyone standin' +Perfect timing, Perfect plannin' +I’m filling funeral homes and graves +It’s no surprise +GFK the only one to survive! + +You know what I mean? +Cause when the real kids come at you, nigga it's over +************************************************** +Run (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Psst +Yo (Yo) +Yo, yo (Yo, it's 5-0) +Yo, we gotta run + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayy, yo, I jumped from the eighth floor step, hit the ground +The pound fell, cops is coming +Runnin' through them pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' +Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summons +So I stopped at the second floor, ran across, cracks is fallin' +My pockets is mean, clean when I vanished off +Took off, made track look easy +The walkie talkies them DT's had, black, they was rated PG +Run, I will not give up (No) +Quick, flag the car down (Yo, yo, yo) +Take me to— "Ghost, here they come now" +Err, peel off quick +Back up, hit the bitch +Dog, turn down Hill, light the Marley spliff (Run) +I will not get bagged on the rock (Run) +I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops (Run) +They amp shit, plant shit, destroy evidence +Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty-six (No) +Die with the heart of Scarface, it take fifty licks +Before I let these crackers throw me in the shit +Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, threw the bird +Hop curb, swerve or get swerved +These cocksuckers got nerve +Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word +That I told the chief on Rich Port, "I don't wanna merge" + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up +Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest +I had to break free +Police on me and they FB's +Yelling, "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze" +That's when I hit the window, Indo' coming out the back room +Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar +Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me +Cab just missed me +Plus the Gucci frames fell, that's six-fifty +Stop back at suite, then leap the fence, slid through my man garden +Yelled out, "Pardon", kept it moving, peace +Bill be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves +Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmesan cheese +And I won't stop moving 'til the metal dig me +Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me +That's when it is what it is, if it's that or the gun +But in the ill gangsters' book, what them niggas do is + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Run, if you sell drugs in the school zone +Run, if you gettin' chased with no shoes on +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns +They givin' out life like by the tons +Run, if you ain't do shit, you it +That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip +So, run, hop fences, jump over benches +When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns + +[Interlude: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] +Ah-hah +I might gotta take my shirt off (Yeah, kid) +I liked that one (Uh-huh, go in, go in) +Yeah, uh + +[Verse 3: Jadakiss & Ghostface Killah] +It's Task Force Tuesday, the narcs is in the black car (Uh) +I got five hundred hundred-packs in my backyard (Uh-huh) +Clear twelve-twelve that look like stuff shells +I'm cuttin' niggas' throats on the sales while they puff L's (Wow) +Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything +I learned from the OG's to save everything (Save everything) +They come by one more time, they gon' hop out +They two deep, and one is a bitch, she gettin' knocked out +Then I can get rid of the pack +But I just copped this pretty chrome thing so I'm dippin' with that +Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run) +Besides that, I got about five years on me (Run) +Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run) +My Timbs start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run) +It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Thruway +My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way +Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up and my pants too +If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do +Rather it be the streets than jail where I die at +And I'm asthmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at +But they too close, and I got this new toast +Imagine if I would have let off a shot or two +You know what I gotta do + +[Verse 4: Freeway] +Free hold East Coast whole, Boston to Philly down +Down to Delaware, y'all really toting the milli' 'round +I'll bring the milli' to your house +I was just down South Carolina, had the milli' down there +Myrtle Beach, had the heater in reach and four freaks +Some hooters, I made 'em lose it when they heard Freedom of Speech +Told them freaks that I gotta run, I'm on the run +But they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece +I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate +It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon +But before I left the premise, saw two more bitches +They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom (Okay) +I did (Okay), and then we went zoom +Don't you know them witches got me outtie wit the quickness? +I'm buggin', I'm trippin', in reality, I'm skitzin' +The cops got me trapped in the alley with the Smith and (Gang) + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Run, if you sell drugs in the school zone +Run, if you gettin' chased with no shoes on +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns +They givin' out life like by the tons +Run, if you ain't do shit, you it +That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip +So, run, hop fences, jump over benches +When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns (Motherfucker) + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +D-Boy, yeah, yeah +Birdman Junior in your building, people +I'ma let you know how it go down on my side of the mountain, whoadie (Yeah) + +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +Ayy, it's jump out Thursday, you heard me? +And the drought been effective since 9/11 +I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two-time felon +That's why I keep the top up on my 911, peelin' +In New Orleans, they got no RICO law +So I keep that heat in the car +But they don't know I got that 'dro in the seat of the car +But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow +Ayy, Ghostface, them youngins on the block duckin' blue and red lights +While your boy bypassing fed life +But if them cock suckers ever get me, dead right +Three hots in the cot, swallow weed and a knife, right? +I speed at night, take it easy in the day +Go hard wit the dope, take it easy wit the yay +Yup, Lil' Weezy, I get my loot up +But if the pull up come, I say, my crew run, run, run + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Run, if you sell drugs in the school zone +Run, if you gettin' chased with no shoes on +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns +They givin' out life like by the tons +Run, if you ain't do shit, you it +That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip +So, run, hop fences, jump over benches +When you see me comin', get the fuck out the entrance +Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Motherfucker-ker-ker-ker +************************************************** +Buckingham Palace[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Hunnid Gs +Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity +Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity +Colder than a glass of ice cubes +I got 'em all in bad moods, stompin' on shoes, I never lose +I don't give a fuck about how you're feelin' +Got the roof on fire, legs to the ceilin' +Sexual healin', we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit +Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift +Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast +My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast +We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics +We bounce off promoters like West Coast hydraulics +Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box +Right near the mask and the wig are the fake dreadlocks +Bumboclaat, box of ammo in the pocket +It's all fun and games 'til your eye's hangin' out your socket + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas +Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers +Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space +Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face +Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas +Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers +Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space +Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face + +[Verse 2: 38 Spesh & B.E.N.N.Y. The Butcher] +Hey yo, I got a problem with authority +Lawyers handle problems accordingly +They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me +I gotta make sure my corner eat +Over the stove pot leaned to the side like I'm pourin' tea +Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats +Either you a hustler or a thief +All I needed was a quarter ki' +In the corner, me and my dawg regulated like Warren G +Sold it hot, but I bought it cheap +Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek +Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week +She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee +You talk slick, but can't afford to be +And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be +Step on work with foreign sneaks +Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas +Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers +Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space +Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face +Watch how you're talkin' to my goons, it's guerillas +Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers +Hunger Game shit, they're fightin' for block space +Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face + +[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED] +Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop! +The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop! +Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile +You could be double-crossed by your apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel +Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side +Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside +Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died +His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied +I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo +But culture vultures don't hear me though +Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal +While bitches out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle +Why the fuck would I touch a thot with some gonorrhea? +I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia +Go look it up, you don't read books enough +That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, nigga +(I'm a G, nigga) +************************************************** +Paragraphs of Love[Ghostface Killah] +Her face glowed like I was exposed to sunlight +She's happy, her hair, toes and nails is done right +The smell of her fragrance, baffled my nostrils +I can see through her eyes, she's feeding on the impossible +She blushes, as I kept splashing her compliments +Polite thank yous, is all around, she crush the mints +Developments, smooth keys from the piano +Changed the mood, like we changed the channel +This is art, Picasso, I got him beat in the flesh +I'm staring at beauty, Nefertiti, herring bone in the chest +Yes, everywhere she step, went off like a flare gun +Stilettos on, parquet floors +Miss thing, she's a fierce one, two and three +Bad little mama, she built like Alicia Keys +No façade, her strut is hard, based on books by +Intelligent jail crooks, writing to let the time fly +She dropped the bracelet, I kneeled down +Prestigious gentleman, with my right hand, I picked it up +I stood up, to the cutest eyelashes, as I gave her, her jewels back +Miss thing started rubbing her gut +Excuse me, are you pregnant? Not to be rude +But if it means anything, I can get you some food +Cheese crackers, in the back there's sautéed shrimp + +[Estelle] +Nah, I never free lumps, I'll be as big as a blimp +See my due date is January, my first, and it's kinda scary +It's only June, and Christmas, I'll be getting married +And I'm happy, excuse me, what's your name + +[Ghostface Killah] +Tone Starks + +[Estelle] +Peace, I'm Gabby, well I gotta go, my husband is waitin' + +[Ghostface Killah] +But before I go, can I give you one last statement +You the most beautifullest queen, I ever seen +And I would love to have a thing like you, on my team, you take care + +[Refrain: Vaughn Anthony & Estelle] +Any other day, I would of just let you, pass me by +Cuz I see you got situations +And I've got mine, but baby its OK +It's alright, I'm not gonna let you pass me by +Cuz this was love at first sight +Cuz this was love at first sight +It's OK + +[Vaughn Anthony] +You can tell he must be on a mission +Because my heart has made it's decision +As soon as you stepped in my peripheral vision +I fell in love, sweet love +And no infatuated 3D glasses to see +That your the one I need +And the situation don't matter to me +Cuz this is love, it gotta be love +Love at first sight + +[Refrain 2X] +************************************************** +Be Easy (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around +With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay +Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's +In the house, put the record on replay + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Colorful kicks in my closet like Baskin-Robbins +Central Park killings, stab niggas while they jogging +No shirt on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight +At the ball game, jumped down and stole the base +Some muthafuckas said it was bass +Silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 inch Colombian snowflake +Mob Jacob slow cut 8 six, the semi have +Niggas running like Forrest when he broke his braces, pa +Scold a nigga like a pile of hot chocolate +Before I eat her, I belong on a bitch cartridge +Niggas kill me potraying that hard shit +Shove his face in the dirt like an ostrich +On some mob shit, no talking, like we resolve shit +Stretch a nigga out like an enlarged dick +That's one for you, one-two for me +I'm hoggin' and shit, y'all muthafuckas best to be easy + +[Interlude: Ice Cube] +The pyroclastic flow, you know the side, bitch +You know the side, bitch, huh, ah + +[Verse 2: Ice Cube] +Fuck you, if you don't think I get money +I get it all day, standing in the hallway +On broadway, bitches wanna call O'Shea +Over to the car, but ho, I'm the superstar +Get your ass out, fuck if you pass out +Walk over to ya man, pull the cash out +Put it in my hand, watch a nigga mash out +Walk back to your car, with your ass out +Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface +I'm a killa, wit that chrome all in ya face +Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost +Hit you like Kenny hit Casper on the post +West coast, ya ho, ya gotta love it +It's Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it covered +I got a movie for ya kids, a dick for your bitch +A four-five slug for your wig +They wanna put me out the league like Terrell +Til they CD smokin' double barrels +Ice Cube, will fuck off movie money +Then serve you on the mic, and make whitey feel funny + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah... what's happpening New York City? +It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight +("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") +Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! +Yo! Yo! + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around +With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay +Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's +In the house, put the record on replay + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh +You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh +Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh +That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh +You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh +You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh +I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh +You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh +The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son +You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em +You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister +You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh +Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup +We mind seat up, so take our picture +I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya +Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga +You know what I mean, it's about to pop off! +Ya'll niggas clear the fucking floor +Get the fuck out the way, come on! + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around +With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay +Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's +In the house, put the record on replay + +[Bridge: Trife Diesel & Ghostface Killah] +Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) +Niggas wanna beef (what up, what up, what up) +We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling) +We can cause (we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut) + +[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] +Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now +Yes, my birthday, landed in may, now +Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu +Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo +Ahh, you bitch niggas better listen up +Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up +They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up +Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck" +I tried to ignore it, his people saw it +I ain't the type of dude you go to war with +My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit +When the heat's on, you know I draw it +I had his number down, Toney just called it + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, that's right +I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight +How y'all like that shit? You know what I mean? +You really run New York +This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker! +************************************************** +Josephine[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +God's woman... what's going on? +I know things seem messed up sometime +You stressed out and you can't handle the situation +Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance +And you don't know what to do... but stay strong +And keep in mind that he always loves you... +It's what it is... that's right sugar love +Come on... + +[Hook: Willie Cottrell] +Josephine, the times are getting tough +Seems to me... you just won't get enough +The rain, won't wash away, your sins... +You'll be here, to do them all over again... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox +And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks +She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco +She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go +Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe +Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right +Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers +Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers +Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein +Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain +The monkey on her back is now a gorilla +Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her +The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman +Destroying her pretty image and her health +Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? +I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching + +[Hook] + +[Trife Da God] +She wakes up, with an urge to get high +Everyday, the same routine, needing a morning fix to get by +So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle +Tie a sock around her arm and start shooting up the diesel +Having flashbacks, screwing some dude up in his hatchback +The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack +A regular John, she met him through Tom +She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm +Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her damn mind +From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind +Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS +Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days +Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around +With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases +Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus +But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners + +[Hook] + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Josephine, what's wrong, baby? +Come on... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? +Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world +Try'nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash +Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast +Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto +For those getting high, using drugs on every level +Living your life, day and night, getting stoned +You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? + +[Willie Cottrell] +Up all night, under the party lights +Same old popping and party hopping +All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road +Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact +It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya +I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down +I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) +************************************************** +The Watch[Singer] +Tony for mayor.. (x4) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish +Jaws is Cris', valor stopped at the wrist +Watches involved, talk to me Trick Daddy +I liked the way you tilt ya hat up in that Caddy +Son, can't believe you the most slept on +Took a break since the Cuban, niggas lookin' like you just repped wrong +You done slipped down a bid, got caught with the hammer +Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers +For real, you a live nigga, rock the five in ya slippers +Like them other five guys in ya picture +Come on, watch, I'm the star of the show, so blow dem +Mothafucka, you ain't blew in three years +Son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit +Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit +I will crush you to pieces, stop ya heart from tickin' +And you mad cuz you a older clock, couple rocks missin' +And my writin', the band, you can say it's ice flight-nin' +You don't like him, do you? You wanna fight him +In fact, I should've put you back, relaxed on the stones +And copped ya two-thousand leather shit, snow cones +A bowl of milk almost killed you, ah, you almost drowned in my Pops +I brought another box, I'mma keep it real with you +And I'mma murder you if ya bitch-ass get on my nerves again + +[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] +Yo, Ghost, you'se a funny nigga +Turn on the radio, all you hear is X and Jigga +Haha, you vexed, nigga? +No airplay (bet my gat spray) Yeah, that's hearsay +You spray hairspray and up North, nigga, you ain't gettin' jailplay +(How you know?) Yo, it's obvious, clear as day + +[Ghostface Killah] +Hold on, let me park my shit, let me find out this nigga barkin' and shit +I'm a Don of this shit, and you know that shit I wrote with Golden Arms is a hit +My Wallos show off, go off like an alarm in the six +Drapped in yellow and I'm still poppin' +My movie life in the hood is like an ill doctrine +Beat trial with a legal aide, fuck Cochrane +And if it's on I might blow you if I'm boxed in.. {*echoes*} + +[Break: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] +Yo, yo, yo, what you doin', man? +Yo, man, chill out, man +(Don't even worry) +I'm just fuckin' with you, man +Why you.. (OK) Come on, son +We can't.. don't depart us like this, son +Come on (I'll destroy you) +Come on, man (You pop too much shit) +Come on, man, I'm just tellin' you time +(I ain't a-like that, you know who brought you) +Nigga, I'm just fuckin' with you +(Bye!) + +[Singer] +Tony for mayor.. {*repeats to fade*} + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] +Yo, let me tell y'all mothafuckas somethin' +(Shoot one of those niggas, Lord) +We could battle for belts, ice (Type shit) +Whatever the fuck you want to do +Let me tell y'all somethin' +This the Theodore Unit, mothafucka +We takin' the bait of this shit +That's word to my momma, man +(Staten Island, nigga, what, nigga?) +Coke, spoon throwers (Get ya money right) +(Gotta know how real do this) +Slew-footed mothafuckas, I pop all y'all niggas +Y'all niggas is fucked, straight up +We back in here now, mothafuckas +It's the fuckin' Unit, you heard +That's the Theodore Unit +Y'all mothafuckas better recognize +Aight? That's my word +(Yeah, nigga, yeah) +************************************************** +Killa Lipstick[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yeah... we gon' get high to this +(The world's crazy, son yeah.. you know) +We gon' get high to this (just something about her) +My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa +(You know, her bag was always heavy, everytime I been around it) +We gon' get high to this (and diners, and restaurants, I don't know) +Yeah... yo... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell +Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel +Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much +The way she smile, her face look pretty, though +Hands is soft, feet, no calluses +Her father owned six Palestine palaces +Laying out in New York, plush villas in Vegas +Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest +So I, pause the smooth talk, made her a drink +Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked +Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom +Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room +This check was loaded, equipped, with fifths +Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered +"You know what, Ghost, I do hits" But niggas get fooled +By the sexyness, I'm a real gritty bitch + +[Hook: Method Man] +Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits +A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist +She killing the game, cuz she the business +Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness +Killa, I call you Killa cuz you slay me +Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady +Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby +Killa Lipstick, k-k-killa + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, this white chick from L.A., she smelled like Downy +Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County +Double cokeheads who love cartoons, type chicks who eat pussy +Listen to Prince and play with they wombs +Flight attendant out of Delta Airline, get money girls +Travelled the world, only one did jail time +Jade, her father's a judge, same nigga in the O.J. case +When he tried on the glove, but uh, in this scenario, four A.M +The bars closed, now we at it again +Drunk nigga, come out I'm popping mad shit, he's past lit +Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet +Didn't even say shit, she blasted, barrel smoking +Shot the Henny out his hand for laughing +These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade +Natural born killas be letting they guns blaze... god damn! + +[Hook] + +[Masta Killa] +Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it +This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it +Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex +This is thug sex, Iking it, nasty talk +As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets +She's a freak, my view from the embassy suites +Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami +'You like it raw?' A tear drop, fucking you slow +I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet +If I switch beats, and hit you with angles, you might breathe +You know the Godbody make healthy wise seeds +You, plus a glass of weed, is all he need +You could travel so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars +To escaping at, one forty two? +They take Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach +Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch +Look something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch + +[Hook] +************************************************** +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate[Verse 1: The Revelations] +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +It's five o'clock in the morning and I'm just getting in +I knock on the door and a voice sweet and low says +(Who is it) She opens up the door and lets me in (let me in) +Never once did she say where have you been? +She said, (are you hungry), are you hungry honey, (did you eat) +Yeahhh, let me hang up your coat +The woman says, pass me your hat +And all the while she's smiling +Never raises her voice +It's five o'clock in the morning and I don't give it a second thought +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +Don't think you can keep breaking your woman's heart +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +And you should sit back and enjoy it +(It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) +She gonna fool you one day +The sweetest woman in the world, can be the meanest woman in the world +(If you like her that way) +You keep hurting her, she keep being quiet +She might be holding something inside, she gonna hurt you one day +Now I'm laying in the hospital, bandaged from feet to head +In a state of shock, just that much from being dead +I didn't think my woman can do something like this to me +I didn't think the girl had the nerve +Here I am, I guess actions speak louder than words +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +Don't keep thinking you can keep treating your woman bad +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +She won't ever get mad +(It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) +She's gonna fool you one day +(It’s a Thin), It's a line thin, (Line Between Love and Hate), between love and hate +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +She's gonna fool you one day +(It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) + +[Outro] +*Sounds of loading bullets into a gun +[Voice of 2 men] +Hey Tone! +Whats the deal? +They wanna play? +Let's get these motherfuckers! +************************************************** +Alex (Stolen Script)[Produced by Metal Fingers] + +[Intro] +Yeah... that's right +Hardy Boys shit... uh huh +Smoke a Winston to this shit, nigga +Word up, 'bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, yeah + +Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece +In mouth he had like thirty plus karats +Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic +Told niggas if he die, he want a glass casket +Parents died when he was five years old +Made his way inside the US with Colombian Gold +A fake name in the passport +Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin +Niggas will body over her like fuck it +With a scar by her left eye +Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks +Had trays put in toilets and sinks +Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway +Came home blown, the thorough kings and soldiers +Never gave a fuck about that MC beef in Queens +Alex, he was a rich nigga +He had close to ten bodies under his belt +His man did the last one and got murdered himself +Took him a while to get his head together +Alex one day out in LA +Made a call in New York, Told his man Oc "God it's goin' down", fly the whole team in for support +Remember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx played? That was my shit +I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script +In ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip +Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick +In Braille, he read it in no time +Hit me with his math, said I'll give you some more lines +Real talk, stand up dude +Said "how you like Jamie Foxx to replay you?" He said "yea that's cool +But under one circumstance +You think he can bow my walk, flip my talk and my hands?" +I said "sure, why not? He can imitate anything +Trust me, this young boy hot" +Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo +Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window +Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts +Told them we got an intent letter, yo Ray Ray signed it +Now we can move on and shoot this live shit +With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it +Or Mandalay and New Line cop it +I go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent market +But anyway down in PF Changs +I had a meeting with this rich investor +Said they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film only if he chose the cast +He was drunk, he was talkin' real fast +So I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blast +Where exactly we gon' get this cash? +I got a ill Gotti Gigante connect +Wise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respect +The waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he ordered +I said thanks as he poured my water +Then out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint tea +Rice wine had me wanting to pee +Said "excuse me I'll be right back, pardon me" +Grabbed his glass and he nodded to me +Skated off to take a piss, the shit felt like a nut +Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all +Ask the waiter where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish +************************************************** +Barbershop{*bell rings as the door opens*} + +[Friend talking to Ghostface] +Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo) +Yo stay on top of that nigga when you gettin your cut G +That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son) +Look what he did to my motherfuckin shit (check this shit out) +Got me lookin all out of order (damn!) +(Yo cut my shit right nigga) + +[Another friend] +Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good +What's poppin with y'all niggas though and shit +How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit like +The fuck like I don't spend no bread in here and shit +(Got that money, I got that money nigga) +I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks +I give that nigga shit for his fuckin grill man (true, true indeed) +The fuck man? Like I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch +Nigga what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f'real) + +[Barber to Ghostface] + {random fan} +Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {Shit whattup Starks?} +(Just give it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo} +{Yo I just got that brand new 40 Cal son} +(Knahmean? Do no bullshit, and don't fuck me up this time neither) +{I gotta open it right now son} + +[Music starts] +(Aiyyo fam keep it cool, you know we got them thang thangs up in here man) +Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grill +Straght up, you like to eat right? +Fuckin with niggas heads and all that shit +Y'knahmean you got niggas goin to different barbers 'n shit +Nigga be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and +And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey ass right? +Alright + +[Ghostface] +AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top! +You lucky you cool, I'mma let it ride +Slide, you played me so you can't get paid +How you gon' fuck up a don and cold dog his fade? +I look like UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days +The Educator Clapper is housin your coke and the spray +Barbershop niggas, always wind up fuckin around +One minute you hot, next minute you not +Remind me of the New York Knicks with they jumpshots +Ox, whack as hell, my ratchet spell +Fuck up again you'll have a funny smell +All Reneece is doin straight nails +Puttin in bangs for bitches +Hundred dollar weaves, some different strains of horsehair + +[Outro] +Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here +(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna nobody sayin nothin) +(I put one of you moolies back, I'm telling you right now) +(I will shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling you) +(Don't hit the exit) {*man running and breathing hard*} +************************************************** +Double Cross[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Cleaned up, now I gotta find Bamboo +I changed shit on the block and got rid of the fools +Things'll be different, no need to feel pressured +No more drug houses, little kids could be treasured +The streets ain't filled with crackheads and D's +I go walk around my hood, nigga know my steez +Philly, about to rebuild the nation +Through the knowledge of self, through education + +[Interlude] +Freeze, motherfucker. Hands, hands, let me see your hands. Get out of the car. Get out of the fucking car. Get out, eat some fucking dirt. Get on the fucking ground + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I seen the police pull up, and rides hopped out +Put your hand behind your back, you're guilty without a doubt +What you mean, son? We built on this +Illegal chokeholds, slap cuffs on my wrist +I don't know what you talking about, boy, I'm the authority +I'm just here to question up minority +A thug drug pusher, violent man of deception +And you just happen to fit the description + +[Interlude] +Nigga, you just another pawn in my chess game. I taught you everything you know, I run this motherfucking city. Think you gon' fuck everything up? You got the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in the court of law. (Faggot ass police nigga, man) Nigga, you're going away for a long time + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Okay, I got it, niggas just set me up +Do their dirty work and thrown behind bars +You want wars? You got it - Tony ain't the one +I told you before, I make murdering fun +Gotta swindle the kid, have me masking your enemies +It's all good in my chest, I got ten of these hearts +And I vow for revenge +Tony don't stand for crumbs and fake friends + +[Verse 4: AZ] +It's funny, only if niggas really knew +Got the keys to the city, I could kill a whole crew +Put the squeeze on the willy, get silly, go fool +Chop a nigga up, blame his body on his dude +What it do? It's bigger than the boys in blue +Beyond definition what this falls into +M's in my optic, no ends to the profits +Judges, prosecutors, politicians in my pocket +Hostage, high life, living on the edge +Toxic in hindsight, see me when I'm dead +Pledge, sworn in to serve and protect +What a web, catch a head, then I'm on to the next +Shit be booing, played out scripts, need a new one +I dare a nigga doubt what I'm doing +Moving, cash rules everything around me +Crown me, I'm trying to squeeze blood out the county +************************************************** +Loyalty[Intro] +Like a plague, dope and them pushers, they'll destroy us, it's gunna get worse + +[Verse 1: Kool G Rap] +Yeah fam listen, I'm ambitious +I'll leave a man missing +Plain and simple, tickin' under his transmission +Did my first hit 12 years old, pants sliddin' +A little place in Coney Island called the clam kitchen +I walk right up on the table where I can't miss em +And his bodyguard coming out of the can pissin' +The two waiters serving plates stood in a trance, shivering +I carried out the damn mission, that's loyalty +No regrets anything less will destroy the peace +A boss is a boss learn to respect royalty +Run off with money get put down in the soil free +Now sit down and enjoy the feast, boys kapeesh +Been running here for 9 years +And believe me none of them kind years +I done lost about 9 peers +Crime career never find fear +Soulless eyes my guys got a blind stare + +[Verse 2: Nems] +My intuition told me play my position and stay loyal +You ain't got to get your hands dirty, I'll do it for you +I grew up on the crime side, the New York time side +And gave up on everything when my moms died +Perfected my craft on rooftops and staircases +Pulled robberies with no mask showing my bare face +Keep it G, low key, and never ball out +Got with a sick ass clique and went all out +Gat for gat back to back we can brawl out +Hundred deep run up in Macy's and aired em all out +Just give the ordering my niggas will come +Give me your gun, point em out and consider it done +The streets fathered me, so I'm considered its son +Keep it real stay sucker free and the figures will come +Live by the gun and put my life on the line +Anybody can get left bullets right through your mind +************************************************** +We Celebrate[Intro: Kid Capri] +Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip-hop, baby +Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip-hop, baby, whoa +Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid Capri +Let's celebrate New York, around the world +And yo, Ghostface, go in heavy, man, let's do it! + +[Hook 1: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my squad won the Super Bowl +(I just want to celebrate) +Like we bangin' on New Years Eve, y'all +(I just want to celebrate) +Like we just beat trial +(I just want to celebrate) +We hype for just being here + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million +The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling +Four maids with four grenades +When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower the walls for shade +The pool's a pain in the ass, 50 grand on Windex, kid +They keep it clean, the whole bottom is glass +So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas +That's my neighbor, the faggot disresepecting my mama +No cars in the garage, it's underground shit +They way the floor open up you think I'm hiding spaceships +French chefs, the best grapes on they breath +Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest +Besides, I got birds that never leave the nest +They fuck with me, I'll watch 'em confess, then I'll go rest +Get back up, deposit them checks +Muthafuckas fuckin' up a good time by snappin' your necks + +[Hook 2: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my baby's first steps, you heard? +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my first time platinum, y'all +(I just want to celebrate) +Like my first piece of nookie, uhh +(I just want to celebrate) +We hype for just being here + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah + (Cocoa Channelle)] +Money for everybody, candy to the kids +Catch me on dateline, Starky too big +I'm like a mannequin; I stay jig +Mansion parties for all star weekend in my L.A. crib +We came to party, run out of Goose we got Dollies +Shorty's sweatin' me, check out her body +Throw up your hands like it's your birthday, mami +Let's celebrate, now I got her girlfriends behind me +Now I'm in the middle, watch is all chiseled +I can holla at the birds, like Dr. Dolittle +(What's that in your pocket, Ghost?) A Dill pickle +(Not that) Oh, that's the .45 stainless nickel +I'm pullin' a green, got a G for the biggest ass on the floor who look right in them jeans +If you fat, I might take one for the team +But I gotta get drunk first, know what I mean? Come on! + +[Hook 3: Ghostface Killah + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Like we won the Power Ball money +(I just want to celebrate) +Tony Starks won an Oscar, y'all +(I just want to celebrate) +Like all of my goons just came home +(I just want to celebrate) +We 'bout to have a good year + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah + (Cocoa Channelle)] +Na-na-na-na-nah, you can't catch me +I'm out like Thomas in a five-fifty +Police be fiending to frisk me +I'm so legit I walk away with the car keys pissy +Back at the labo, shorty wop need a Dutch +He fuckin' wit a Goose dick, tonight I'ma beat it up +Your thing to wet, you sure you ain't seeded up? +(That's how I get, Ghost, especially when you eat it up) +My goodness gracious, ass is flirtatious +Move it around like a snake miss or sexy waitress +Ghost don't have no patience +I like you, I usually change chicks like radio stations +I'm definitely not looking for love +But if you give it to me right now I might say I was +You can chill if you want, I got crazy bud +But before we do, what it do, go jump in the tub; come on! + +[Hook 4: Trife Da God + (Rare Earth sample)] +(I just want to celebrate) +Throw your hands up, nigga +(I just want to celebrate) +Pop the 'pagne, pop the cork +(I just want to celebrate) +Representin' on the streets of New York +(I just want to celebrate) +{Ghostface} We 'bout to have a good year + +[Outro: Kid Capri] +Yeah, we gets it in, gets it in, gets it in +New York, we been had it, we gets it in +Outta town we fuckin' up but gets it in +Worldwide we doin', we gets it in +The Ghostface, Kid Capri, I gets it in +That's no joke, when we here, we get it in +No kiddin', in the building +Getting it in, all day, getting it in... +************************************************** +Beat the Clock[Intro] +Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga? +This Supreme talkin' to you and shit +You brought me all the way in Staten Island to see you +Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock +Suprise—time started already, muthafucka +Say that shit, nigga + +[Verse 1] +I'ma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways +Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby +Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy +Before I go to bed, now I lay me +People be talkin', I feed dolphins +My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office +My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction +Teachin' foreign fifth graders, fuck what they say +'Cause we against the abortions, and we +Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes +Got them clothes for his new funeral +We them Fat Albert niggas, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures +Lookin' all suspicious, I'm out.. + +[Interlude] +Ayo, hold up, what the fuck you stop for? +(I got somethin' in my—) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g +What the fuck you ain't got — ayo, you buggin' and shit +Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up +Time is runnin' nigga, come on, what the fuck + +[Verse 2] +I work magic out of liquor store +Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch into five +And all I need is one more, to get things started +Get retarded, a one-two — I'ma fix these artists +Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up +Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggas up +They be up in the club, six three tree'd up +With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up +This is how I'ma kill 'em with four lines left +Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo +Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo +It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow + +[Interlude] +Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit +You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for all that +(I'm tired, though lord, what the fuck) +What you mean you tired and shit, g? +You supposed to be that nigga, nigga then show me +If you that nigga, then show me, nigga + +[Verse 3] +I hold a mic like I'm Gale Sayers +Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards +Them pen, how the meter spray +Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay +Get off my D-I, then go C the K's +'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish" +Or that Cherchez LaMe, ten four, may day-may day +Callin' all bars, callin' all bars +We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God +We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue +We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan +That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open +I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean +Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing +Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating +I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin' +With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin' + +[Outro] +This muthafucka made the clock +Mutha—where the fuck? +Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin' +That's that Staten Island, bullshit +Theodore—you know you might be a Ghost +But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka +************************************************** +Tush (Push)[Intro: Missy Elliott] +Oohhh... This that fire! Ghostface and Missy + +[Ghostface Killah] +Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big +I give it to her right and she let me live +Can't eat that, cuz there's no relationship +I beat that, the next day you called in sick +Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons +Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap +Cuz it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake +Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s +Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song +But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long +Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know +If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and +Come with me and just leave your friends +Cuz we don't need no cock blocking +Tellin' you this without no option +Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" + +[Hook: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] +Tush, tush, tush +Wanna slide in the bush, bush, bush? +(I'm on top, you like push, push, push +Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) +You wanna get up in my tush, tush, tush? +You could slide in the bush, bush, bush +(I'm on top, you like push, push, push +Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) +You wanna get up in that tush, tush, tush? +Wanna slide in my bush, bush, bush +(I'm on top, you like push, push, push +Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby) +Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy +Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls +Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl +I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl +Ooh, you in control, it's in your world +She on, I think I like ol' girl +Take it out, turn around +Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance +Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent +To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island +This is the reason I came to you +So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do +Cuz we don't need no representation +Domination, got them waitin' patient + +[Break: Ghostface Killah] +Now this is the way ya'll suppose to +To get dowwnnnnnnnn, ya'll ain't right +Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!" + +[Missy Elliott] +Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon +Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin +You seem real determined to put a hurtin' +But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin' +You got a lot of nerve, to wanna serve my curves +My 36D, 36 hips +The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles +And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips +Eh, I really like you baby +Do you know how to wife this lady? +Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch +Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush +Now shush... in my bush +And I can give you what you want, make a wish +Just throw it, I'll show you how to push +Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist +Come on.. + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Missy Elliott] +Come on... hah... oh.. +Come on... hah... oh... aha-ha +Oh... aha-ha... whoo! +Come on! +************************************************** +Saigon Velour[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Okay, yeah, yo yo +Son I walk down the block like it's '76 +Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks +And my chain's like 80 pounds of frozen ice +I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice +Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt +I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport +An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's +Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles +Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel +Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel +In the stash house owned by El Patrón +Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones +Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco +But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] +Original, a lot of style, boom-pow +Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow +Way up in the cloud +Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how +To maintain and sustain as I crush game +Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane +Plush game, lavish livin' +Bust on the pigs with bad intentions +Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc +The homie said 9-1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!) +And I believe that so I protect and serve +Every nigga on the block, that's my word +Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin' +Listen to the sounds of the sirens +I'm a O.G. nigga on a mission +Beans don't burn in the kitchen +I'm twistin' while dippin' and crippin' + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 3: E-40] +Guard at the gate, live in a mansion +Rap career longer than an extension +Still hold it in court +Got my wine in the World Report +Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY? +If it ain't now, it will be +Grew up on purple, went from humble +Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble +In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double +Pot in the kitchen at all times +I'm a boss, still write my own rhymes +Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper +Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor +Been a fixture, I don't think it's many left +Been the shit like your baby mama breath +Been in it for a while, benefittin' +Custom houses and cars is how I'm livin' + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +************************************************** +Love[Ad-libs by Musiq & K. Fox] + +[Verse 1: Ghostface] +First I love God, then love my mother +Love my babies, sisters and brothers +Love my father cause that's my mom's partner +Love my grandmother and my grouchy ass grandfather +Love my aunties on both sides of the family +Uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews +Mess with my peoples you get stepped to +Love the mother of my children, them girls is special +Love feels good though we stuck in the hood +Love my last album, though the joint went wood +My mans and my enemies, I love them too +Love God he let me see past thirty-two +Plus what he gave Wu, a chance to change music +Just listen, you and I know the truth +Love is essential, to some it's detrimental +Mostly when you use the next person as a rental + +[Hook: Musiq (K. Fox)] +Love, lift us up (higher), take us higher (high) +Blossom every ghetto flower (oh Love, yeah) +Cos love, only love has the healing power +And we can never live without you for +Love, Love, Love + +[Verse 2: Ghostface] +Love life, the ground we walk on +My sickness, it made me strong +My loved ones in Heaven +The ones we lost, to heroin +Malcolm, Martin +And what they stood for, them men had it poppin' +Love the sun when rain drops in +Cozy nights with my pumpkin +Love my hell and my struggle +You gotta go through Hell to come out right, Love conquers pain and the puzzle +Funny on how Love could end so subtle +Was it just sex and not really Love for the couple? +Love people +Love the fact when there's a baby bein' born, like "push girl, come on" +I'm not just sayin' that cause BET's on +We is one, one Love, each one, teach one + +[Hook: Musiq (K. Fox)] +Love, lift us up (lift us up), take us higher (take us higher) +Blossom every ghetto flower +Cos love (oh love), only love has the healing power (healing power) +And we can never live without you for +Love, lift us up, take us higher (yeah) +Blossom every ghetto flower +Cos love (my love, your love), only love has the healing power (healing power) +And we can never live without you for +Love (oh love), lift us up (lift us up), take us higher (take us higher) +Blossom every ghetto flower +Cos love (oh, love), only love has the healing power (lift us up) +And we can never live without you for +Love +************************************************** +Wish You Were Here[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +This was my favorite girl for years, she knows the way I perform +Sometimes I pull my boxers down, ya'll, with one Timb on +It be times, you know I stay away when her friends on +For some reason, she be really hot, when her friends gone +That's when I slide on over with a Guinness on the stouffer +To talk a little shit, then get a little closer +Like, what up boo, you know that Ghost loves you +I get butterflies when we hug and kiss, do you? +Huh? Answer me, let me if it's the truth now +That pretty mole above your lips looking cute now +Ooh child, I'm patient, my mind's telling me +To stay calm, I wanna get it off like a G bomb +On top of your skin, I'm sliding it in +When I'm done, you can wake it up and ride it again +Then we can hold on through the night, fan on and covers on +It's bright from the TV light, peace, good night + +[Verse 2: Tre Williams] +Looking out my window, sun shining bright +Birds are singing, trying to make things right +Now I got good music, oh, on my radio +And I can hear love songs playing, behind closed doors +Now I don't want no one, on the catch me side +But ever since you left, said goodbye + +[Chorus: Tre Williams] +I wish you were here with me +I said I wish you were here with me +I wish you were here, with me + +[Verse 3: Tre Williams] +And thinking bout your kiss, gloom all around me +Seen our love, is never gonna find me +And I keep looking, oh, for that brighter day +When all I see is, time slipping away +Oh and I got to talk, to keep myself together +But all I see is stormy weather + +[Chorus: Tre Williams] +I wish you were here with me +I said I wish you were here with me +I wish you were here, with me + +[Verse 4: Tre Williams] +Now I got to get, get myself together +Cuz I can't take no more, of this stormy weather +Now I wish you were here with me +I wish you were right here +I wish you were here with me, ooh + +[Chorus: Tre Williams] +I wish you were here with me +I said I wish you were here with me +I wish you were here, with me + +[Outro: Tre Williams] +Night falls and I call for you, love +But there's no one here to answer +No, no, no, oh +The wind blows and I turn to catch ya +But there's no one there but my reflection +No, oh I said I wish you was here with me +************************************************** +Watch ’Em Holla[Intro: Sample and Raekwon] +I've been a lot of places +The very best of everything +Ayo, let these niggas know how I pop off, B +I've been a lot of places +Word up, man +Then take my card, my nigga (Yeah) +The very best of everything +Say yo + +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +He was a serpent, too many foul moves was made +No love amongst the wicked, gotta get his head severed +I caught him in Miami, I was heavily armed +Blew a OZ of that blue dream, I'm ready and calm +Fiendin' just to do him dirty, already got the plan mapped out +Snatched him up and headed back to the hideout +Welcome, here's some exercise torture +This is everyday work, ice gold grillz with no smirks +Seen him frontin' with some skeezers +Actin' like he's a boss with no rank, pussy posin' as a leader +Had a bitch with me from the Island +A true man-eater slash diva, dark skinned Geneva +I sent her over, told her 'persuade 'em, walked him outside +Tossed him in the truck and then we slide +Got to the house, tied him up, plastic on the carpet +Tub full of piranhas, I threw him in and watched him holla + +[Chorus: Sample and Ghostface Killah] +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) (Yeah) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) (Yo) + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Cause hell on your receptionist, foreigner's pharmacist +You're all in my face, who wanna put a scar in it +Scarface, big tour bus with the bar in it +Jets with the escalator, steps with your moms in it +Electric stove, she holdin' my gold medal +Hairy chest, don't mistake me for Burt Reynolds +This is baller alert, confetti fallin' +I look taller with works, spit bars that stayed lodged in the earth +Keep my gun cryin', I don't mean Clark’s +When I say, yo, there's “so many dyin'” +Starks, second to last nigga on "Triumph" +Rob me, I'm comin' with bands, no lyin' +Step outside with that Michael aura +Me and my team jumpin' off yachts in Bora Bora +Hennessey Privilège, Tito's, goose water +Motion picture, screens crack when they record us + +[Verse 3: Masta Killa] +It's the same old bullshit, y'all respect ignorance +Niggas, I'll split ya fucking head with the quickness +Show and prove intelligence, back about my business +As far back as I can remember, it's been gangsta +Old Earth had to hustle hard to make it better +Kept a nickel plated .32 behind the dresser +Showed me where she kept it in case of any pressure +Friends all fresher, tired of havin' lesser +Workin' wasn't working, forty hours overtime, pockets still hurtin' +Big decision makin', knew a few Jamaicans +Brung me in, showed me how to win +Camoflage blend, watch for the shark fin +[?] I was at the [?] cypher circlin' the serpent +10% sellin' you a dream, fiends coming to cop +I won't stop 'til it's got, getting there +I won't stop 'til this cop getting it + +[Chorus: Sample and Ghostface Killah] +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) + +[Verse 4: Cappadonna] +When I see that guppy, I'ma give him the business +We all know he be talking to the witness +Smell the foulness, he a traitor and all that +He all out of a space, put him in his place +I can't give him the raise, I can see the Devil in his face +I'm in the hood comin' down the fire escape +A lot of cats can't see me, I'm the great ape +Machine gun in my hand, headed down the fire escape +Yo, Rae, if they dilate give, 'em a seda-date +'Cause tomorrow, I'ma be movin' to Cali +Gold teeth nigga, bring back Ballys +I'm out here pumpin' these motherfuckin' raps +Yo, Eighty, show these niggas what we do to the wax +Hip-hop, nigga, don't make me come out of my Starter hat +Blow all these fake niggas off the face of the map +And then I'ma hit cyclical up, call it the cartel +Doing hot shit, goin' through hell +Police popped my homie, now it's time to rebel +Real niggas, no matter what, don't tell + +[Chorus: Sample and Ghostface Killah] +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) +Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) +************************************************** +Guest House[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +{We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service} +Fuck... fuck is these niggas at, man +{Please check the number or try your call again} +(Aiyo, hello?) Aiyo, bring that shit (what happen, son?) +That's my word, yo, these niggas is fronting out here (where at, where you at?) +I'm in Jersey, you know where the fuck I'm at, nigga, I'm in Jersey +(Aight, so, what happen though, man, what happen?) I need that shit +I tell you when you get here, don't even worry about that shit +(Aight yo, I'll be right there, man) Just hurry the fuck up, bring +That big joint +(That's my word) Yeah (one) Yeah + +[Ghostface Killah] +In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling +Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling +Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas +I walk through the house in paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers +And Iron Chef just season the salmon +It's coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad +I'm on the couch hitting the chalice +Checking my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus +I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch +Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock on the dot +Very impatient, I'm getting nervous, can't stop pacing +My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service +Damn, all this over a gallon of milk +Something, happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled +Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house +Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse +Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for hours +Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower +Nope, all that is there is towels and soap +Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat +Found a phonebook with mad names, looked down +Bow, there go Keeba, tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker +And bluntly addressed her, 'where's my girl?' (Shit, I don't know nigga) +(Last time I seen her, Ghost, she hittin' on an old nigga) +Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn') +(Maybe she was out by 10, I told the bitch, fuck that bitch) +(Don't even try to call me, I'm getting me some mad dick) +(Show these muthafuckas, how Keeba love to drive stick) +I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked +Under the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast +I yelled to the Chef, yo, watch for Kayla, check the pool and the bowling alley +If anything, just hit my cellular +Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging +Few feet from the guest house, is where I parked +Hope she's OK, is what I say in my heart +But something don't feel right, so is what I'm saying to God +As I got closer, something ain't kosher +I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house, I don't think I'm suppose to +Is this the end, of the Starks regime? +Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo, is pounding my queen + +*door slowly opens* + +[Ghostface Killah] (Fabolous) {Shareefa} +Yo, I'mma kill, yo! (Hold on, cuz) +{Baby, let me explain, you over reacting, that's not what it was} +Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up +Eyes all red, what? Did ya'll just blaze up? +Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress +Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards +What ya'll excuse now (Yo, cuz, she said she live with her pop) +(Her dude mad strict, that's why we up in the spot) +(And yo, this little trick of yours, bought me a ten G watch) +He reached down for his drawers, thats' when I let off a shot +Back the fuck up, snatched his covers +Had 'em looking like the black Adam & Eve, some sinful lovers +(Chill, Tone, put the gun down) How you know my name, son? +{Hold on, let me explain} Yo, ya'll two is done +(Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked) +(Cuz real talk, is looking like you trynna let off that Glock) +Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right? +The FiOS nigga, and you fucking my wife? +(Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we both got caught) +(And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like it's all my fault) +{Baby, no} Mind your business +(Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do what he do) +(He touch me, and he finished) + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Fabolous)] +What, nigga, hold that, eat it +(Oh shit, what the fuck) You forgot your drawers +And your little tools, nigga +You FiOS mustache wearing muthafucka, I got you nigga +(Fuck you, nigga, I'mma see you nigga) +(Fucker, fuck) That's why you dive out the window +On some Jim Kelly, shit, nigga, fuck that +{We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service} +Fuck... fuck is these niggas at, man +{Please check the number or try your call again} +************************************************** +Troublemakers[Intro: Raekwon] +For real? Can I get a juice, lord? +Yeah, yeah... yeah, squad niggas boy, for real +Uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man +Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, lord +Come on, man, stop playing, man + +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +We in the cabin playing backgammon, gorilla monster slammers +Brothers hire us, try us you gon' die, son +Green medicine, blow veterans +Run in Adidas store, six more velours, drawers feather skin +Haircutted up, hollering, seven through three sixes +No, we ain't the devil, where ya llama, dick? +Can't stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys +Loose up your mother, true lullabies +Gangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga +Just one mean magnum killer +Snowmobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef altitude +Yo, I can't breathe, check the splendor +Brazilian honey dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga +Times is roughing, Timberland cuffing +One knee up, G up all the re-up +Hope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon +Blow the beat up + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Stuff Brillo pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot-ass nigga +Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole +Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up +A tube in your dick, you can't piss when standing up +Hands is shaking, doctors is taken to operating +"Nah, he might not live!" So they start debating +You in bad shape, in the neck of New York +Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake +Smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades +You wilding on the stretcher and shit, they trynna hold your legs +Nah don't hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga to chill +Put something in his meat like bolognese +Got gophers that sleep in the woods, Carhartt down +Padlock your bow-legged spot, where your rocks now? +You ain't moving no crack, you'se a moving ass rat +After you lay up in that morgue, I'ma fuck your back +Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on +Night-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on +Later I see you in hell, get your burn on +Filled with embalming fluid, get your sherm on + +[Verse 3: Redman] +My sherm on in the hood when I ride by +My eyes looking like I learned how to skydive +The world is yours, there's rules you abide by +Ride with the fly guy on I-95 +They said a nigga return, but I never left +I told Big L through me, he could resurrect +I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X +I took one L and life is still Double X +Brick City where I breathe all the trees at +The E's in M&M's, I need a Relapse +And bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback +Reggie you an asshole, baby I be that +Yeah, I get cocky when the beat pumping +You know you doing it when your tire lip running +I keep a freak and I call her chicken McNugget +'Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin' + +[Verse 4: Method Man] +Fiends get killed in my hallways, we parlay +My feet been killing me all day +Your boy down for lot, like them killas in RahWay +It's all work and no play +'Cause this block ain't nothing like Broadway +Revenge is sweeter than sorbet, you all become believers +Once this heaters in your face, just a part of my feng shui +Ya'll don't want no part of the gun spray +I would hate to pull it and one stray +That's where the innocents by stand +We trapped inside these tenements like damn +Why mama tryna feed us this spiced ham? +Connects trynna cheat us with light grams +Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence +Snitching to white man +Turned state evidence, fam, we ain't jellin' +Felons ain't felons no more, they straight tellin' +Ain't nothing worse than a rat, you can't smellin' +And ain't nothing worse than a trap you can't sell in +************************************************** +Burner To Burner[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, baby +You  know what it is, Yap City (All day) +C'mon  +Shit make you wanna smack somethin' off top +Word up, check it +Yeah,  y'all niggas is goin' to hell, yo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +I  pledge allegiance to crime, right hand on the burner +Death to all cornball niggas who wanna turn up +I  call it gettin' it in, you call it animosity +Listen, you could never match my velocity +Too much stamina, glitter in front of cameras +On the red carpet, still clean your clock like a janitor +Favorite  Pac joint was "I Ain't Mad at Cha" +Skinny jean faggot, you ain't man enough +You ain't got the heart to snuff plus cut, stab, or bust +We wrestle down elephants, two hundred grand per tusk +The ball spinnin', spillin' Spades on Asian women +Love them pretty black joints, lil' Malaysian in 'em +Ghost got a gambling habit, I burn bookies +Smack so many promoters out here, they scared to book me + +[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] +Scared to book niggas, your highness +Diamonds on the Yankee sign, dirt on the camo +Six stones floodin' the left hand like Thanos +While you sambos dance to Bo Jangles +I'm verified, toasting on boats with hoes, damsels +Yeah, son, I'm loving the hate +Why I keep a knife on me, so I'm sure to get a cut of the cake +Now my name hold double the weight +That's an actual fact, a million plus motherfuckers relate, yeah +I'm on them heavy bags like Deontay +And I'm wild caught, y'all niggas farm-raised +For 50 Cent, I went to war with many men +Then slapped them with the jacket like Benny Hinn +I'm hittin' that jet fuel, you're new in the game, lame +You'll never use Deck for a step stool + +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +They don't wanna hear that shit, they want Dorothy +Fire comin' out of my mouth, that's an arsony +I'm so hood, tossed the nine when I left it +Rubber bands wrapped around my thoughts the more I stretch it +When it come back, I pop that sucker shit +I smoke blunts and I spit on that rhetoric +Original ties in, SI gutter +Let's get it right, fuck you and your brother +My raps in the back of your head like two mufflers +So pull your dress up, your ass ain't tough enough +Niggas cuddle up with the wife, they can't come out +I be at the club all night, I might dumb out +You fuck around with big dawgs, ain't no bark here +Fuck you and your friends, nigga, you can't park here + +[Outro] +My sword indeed make more niggas bleed +Leave it to the specialists, we mean business +Come and get some, you want none +I hit it Wu-Tang style, caught up in the mix +(Wu-Tang style, caught up in the mix) +************************************************** +Momma[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Damn, this is for all my women +That been going through the struggle +On welfare, living the rough life +It's gonna be alright +Yes it yes uh +This is how we gonna do it +I want you to explain your story +Then I'ma tell you mines +Tell 'em + +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +It's not ya momma's fault, it's ya father's fault +It's your father's fault your mother is an alcoholic +Confusing the brain from the booze and the pain +And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack-dab in the rain +She Lost her first child in 74 +And that lead to nervous breakdowns +Bacardi dark she downing it raw +She can't take it she constantly crying falling down on her knees +Like "help me Lord please I'm ready to leave" +All she needed was somebody to rub her feet +Give her a nice hug and rescue her from off these streets, come on + +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I been sent by an angel to snatch you up +Take you way above the clouds and back you up +At night you can lay in my arms feel the heart beating +Don status in the sheets I'm keeping you warm +Ain't no nigga gon' do what I do +I'ma take care of you and ya kids +Take the bent and go handle ya biz +The bills is paid, the cable's back on +I quote you know the seeds want they Nickelodeon on +I'm not ashamed to support you +Floss you or gloss you out +Fat, skinny out of shape I'll dior you out + +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +In the hood there's a struggle, my girl is in trouble +She's lacking guidance in the mind she's blinded and puzzled +Her pops never showed her the ropes +Her moms raised mad kids on her own +She never had a strong man in her home + +[Verse 4: Meagan Rochell] +Nothing in this life, sun don't always shine +But it can't rain all the time (everything's gonna be alright) +Somebody sees your pain, you will never hurt again +I see you momma, I see you momma +You can cry yours eyes (cry your eyes) +It will be alright (it will be alright) + +[Hook: Megan Rochell] +Hustling, striving, struggling surviving (momma, momma) +Never realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma) +Through the sun or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down) +Through the good or the bad times (I got love for you) +Through the stress and the heart aches (so much love for you) +************************************************** +Ghetto[Marlena Shaw] +I was born and raised, in the ghetto +I was born and raised, in the ghetto +I was born and raised, in the ghetto +Listen to me, and just lay up + +[Raekwon] +Park Hill Projects, one eight pound +Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos +Blunts on the regular, O.G. style +I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's +All I know is running in fiends' labs, hitting the green bags +Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's +Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it +In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab + +[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample] +*humming* +Brother, listen to me +Brother, listen to me +Listen to me, and just lay up +How do you make your bread in the ghetto? +How do you make your bread in the ghetto? + +[Cappadonna] +Hustling, hustle & flow +We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack +See niggas that make bread by busting the gat +Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back +It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks +Bread game, rather have bread than fame +Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke +Might sell anything as long as we not broke +So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat +It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread +Might violate parole til ya family is dead +We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the feds +I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on + +[Hook] +Brother, listen to me +Brother, listen to me +Listen to me, and just lay up +How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto? + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags +Torture them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts +Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto +Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal +Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching +Get your ass hung like a wall clock +It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark +A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC! + +[Hook] +How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? +How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? +Feed one child and starve another +Tell me, tell me, and just lay up + +[U-God] +We like brothers, we came from the same mothers +In the projects, under the same covers +Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores +Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall +Sprayed our names on the same wall +Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz +Now you caught up in music and showbiz +If that's what it is, then that's what it is +Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers +That'll digest to live, die just to live +Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers +Run up in the club like the suicide bombers +We be the brothers, ready past lovers +Never wanna see us, blow, we not others +Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost +The money got flipped, your tables got crossed +Now you all caught up in that label talk +Brain dead in the grain of thoughts +With a name and a game that can change New York +We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought *echo* +************************************************** +Love Session[Ghostface] +Just like a fresh pair of Royals on the first day of school +It was love, even from the jump I spoiled you +Before the fame camera cars and the glitter +Though my occupation is tasty for God's sake it came with the bitches +But that's on another note (uh-huh) let me explain here +Right now sugar on how I feel for you +Like when we UHH yo I get these crazy chills from you +And when we done, yo I know the perfect meal for you +The mashed joints, big onions on sauteed fish +Little Royal, candle and one big kiss +You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard; you cussed me out +When you found condoms layin in my pocket I was busted +I gets right witchu (uh) form a life with you (yeah) +The type after sex get a warm rag and then wipe you +Hyped up love light it up, might bite you at the altar +I'm bitin off you, I'm wearin white too + +[Ruff Endz] +Ain't it funny how tables turn, chase you all around +Change your life baby, cause I love you baby + +[Hook: Ruff Endz] (+ ad libs) +Stuck with me through the thick and thin +Through the pain and strife.. the love of my life +Said that it will ne-ver last +But I'm here by your side.. the love of my life + +[Ghostface] +And I'm here.. that's my word +Only fight you when we makin love, that's what I call it +Burnin the chronic we laughin while I'm shittin on the toilet +Camcord it, happy times record it; the time you asked me +For them blue Nike's - I was like, "Boo I can't afford it" +I was fucked up, plus I was stuck, Starks the King +Hit the block and still scraped up, eighty beans +How you like them apples? My technique is Taye Diggs +Your attitude is right that's why I made you my Wiz +The only girl that can make my shit jump, with the slightest touch +You at the stove while I'm grabbin my stuff +God forbid somethin happen to us +Let's remain and friends and discuss our troubles and might try again +Word to my Iron pen, it's not good to hold the cryin in +I feel the same way your heart's trapped in the lion's den +Iron Man, I am him +It's the beauty in our souls through Allah where the love lies within + +[Ruff Endz: repeat 2X] +Can't believe you found love in me, through everything +Held me down like my boys in the streets, here's the ring +Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? + +[Hook] + +[Ruff Endz] +Every part of me, every thing I've done +Is still there, still there, still care, ohhh +Always been there baby +I don't wanna, and I don't wanna cry no more baby +And I love, and I love and I love you girl + +[Hook] (+ ad libs) +************************************************** +In the Rain (Wise)[Ghostface Killah] +I think it happened on a Saturday +I heard the phone ring +Vling, vling, vling, vling, vling +Who this? Ron? +Yo, Wise got killed last night by the tracks +It was the same Ohio niggas teamed up +Sent 'em back, we shoulda drilled a long time ago +We went disaccordin, now we owe +The devil slid through, without an intro +Yo Ron, it can't be! +Wise guest-starring me!! +Can it be, we both got hit +God legendary! +He a General, he survived Adolf +Hard to even picture god eaten by gray dogs +He stated his word +And he solemnly sweared to tell the truth +That his bond was like pure addict, pure roof +Wise God Allah, warrior +XY chromosome, sat heavy on the throne +Touched something for ya +Ya Steubenville niggas fucked up +Because bitches is talking +They live at, I'm twisting your alley back +You killed my man +You killed my man and you sent him back +After this day, watch your head +Slugs flying everywhere +You smell havoc in the air +You can never get the god emphatically +Now Cipher +You've been vibin' off the same battery +We had, back in '91 that got you hyper +God been beautiful, god been great +God fed you, you'd die if he survived that take +You killed your king +Rakeem Allah gave him his light +He was your offspring +Camouflaged all day with green +One righteous man fought for his right, gods pupil +Yo, that's my fam, he snatch me out of big head van +We taught you how to get game, from sayin' "peace god" +Islamic translates Allah's tounge, spit the language art +Alex Haley thoughts, identical twin +My A-Alike gasmate, the hay grows +The days close, hide your lobe! + +[The Dramatics] +Once the sun comes out and the rain is gone.. +I know I'm gonna see, a better day +I know I think I'm crying, becouse of you +I'm crying, don't want you to see me cry +Love you Wise, love you Wise, love you Wise! + +***Chorus (x3)*** +I wanna go outside, in the rain... +It may sound crazy, it may sound crazy +But I wanna go outside, in the rain... +************************************************** +Toney Sigel A.K.A. The Barrel Brothers[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood +I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods +Baggy jeans, no Timbs, ACG boots +Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch +The narcotics is far from garbage +Whether it's cold or it's late August +My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest +My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes +Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' +You know, we be the boys clockin' the graveyard shift +Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff +My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th +And we ball from plenties of parties, 'cause we start shit +Parole holes, six months in the box +My little sister got her head shaved off +She made it home from shock +We sellin cartons, Pampers, Similac formula +Anything you take because the paper keep callin ya +Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more +We make it rain from the tech and the wop +The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us +To slow us up, they hit us with dusk +Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs +300 pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up +They say that my projects should undergo therapy +We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B + +[Verse 2: Solomon Childs] +Guns imported from Duval +Wheelchairs and shit bags +Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels, renaissance +I'll stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel +I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies +Cop-killers with a box of dummies +Dummies, stuck to the project floors +Niggas is suited up and we ready for war + +[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] +It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no Face +My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase, yeah! +My knife work like the guillotine sword, cutting niggas +Stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something +Empty out the whole clip and reload +Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke stove +Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit +The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit +I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime +Just imagine what I'd do for a quarter +Ain't no tellin what I'd do for a dollar +Pop a nigga right in front of his mama +Son a nigga right in front of his daughter +And I'm nothing like your father +You couldn't come from these nuts I got +And C. Baltimore sucked this cock +I know most of y'all wouldn't understand +Get it? Understand? +Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't +Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't (uh-uh) +You's a fake-it-'til-you-make-it of nigga +I'm a straight-up-take-it type of nigga +Pistol-whip-a-nigga-'til-I-break-it type of nigga +I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags +Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass +Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim +So I ain't feelin Bush overseas +I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a Panther +So by any means is the anthem +You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer +I can't stop, won't stop +This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin +************************************************** +Black Tequila[Produced by Frank Dukes] + +[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Where's my horns? Andale! Andale! Yo + +[Ghostface Killah] +Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm live, will start shit +Melt the place then break out like an arsonist +Classified to get it for a classic killing +If I turn my back and walk, that means I'm chilling +Got bitches in mi casa, boiling fresh lobsters +But I don't do the shellfish, I'mma just eat pasta +Turkey, Italian sausage, chopped up kielbasa +Doing hits from home, like an elite mobster +Love my onions iced up, real little, wifed up +Gotti trench men is real brittle, Poconos is where I go with the capos +Eleven Sammy the Bulls, ready to wake those +I'm half black, yo, half oregano +That's half Ital', yo, who he, I'm from that Island, yo +Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins +Commissioner Kelly, ya'll kill ya captain +That's word to my bitch that's laid off +That little patch in the pussy, word, I ate it off +Team move with hands in the air like Adolf +Hand me a big joint, bet I spray it off + +[Interlude: Cappadonna] +Toma, toma, mira, big kid +Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe, right here, Poppy Wardrobe! +Maricon! Yeah... + +[Cappadonna] +La Cosa Nostra, La Familia +What, violate my family ties and I'mma kill ya'll +Mi amor, dami un beso, El Capitan, I'm ghettio +Hot sauce, on my Spaghetti-O's +Poppy Wardrobe, Mexican, handle a hose +All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol +Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what +Two in the holster, my code name Darryl +Ride off in the sunset, sparking the barrel +Long boots on, my horse named White Boy John +Ride that side of that bitch, straight Mexican song +Ash hanging off the blunt, don't ever look at me wrong +In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I'm dirty +Up in the Arizona desert, where the shit get ugly +All my Staten Island riders, ride or die honchos +Get CREAM all day, leave our poncho +We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos +And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto +Carry a long whip, ya'll whip ya ass +Hard head Mexican dope, mixed with hash +Machete behind dough, with a rip in the slash +Desperado kids, me and Ghost, back at last + +[Interlude: Cappadonna] +Toma, toma, Poppy Wardrobe +Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe +Bring it... + +[Trife Diesel] +Yeah, Cinqo de Mayo, imported guns from Cairo +Got bagged with the toaster, beat the charge like rhinos +This bitch who's Albino, I met her out in Chi-Town +While I was out in Greek town, ordering gyros +The bad bitch keep a tool and a bible, quick to murder her rivals +And her pops was a gangsta disciple +He killed about a thousand vice lords, guns and knife wars +The feds came for him, so slick to the night ward +Down in the N.O., and right before he left +He wrote his daughter a memo, left stacks in the Benzo +It got hot, niggas selling, giving out the info +He paranoid, every 20 seconds out the window +Blow it in the limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo +And smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo +About a week later, the boys came and rushed him +Kicked down his door, while he sleeping and cuffed him +************************************************** +The PrayerSometimes I feel like he don't hear me +Sometimes I wonder, do he love me +Life is so hard for me +This ain't the way it's supposed to be +I pray every night asking for forgiveness +Sometimes ask myself is it worth it +Life is so pain, painful +Yet I'm so thank, thankful +Life won't be easy and I know that +My past is over, wish I can go back +Maybe I'll change it +Rearrange it +Sometimes in life we all feel like we've fallen +Those who suffer in life will be rewarded +Lord I hear you but it's so hard being strong +I keep reminiscing all my loved ones that are gone +He said "Son, you should know you're born to die" +I said "I do, it's just so hard saying bye" +That's why I feel like, you don't hear me +Sometimes I wonder, do you love me +Life is so hard for me +This ain't the way it's supposed to be +************************************************** +Do Over[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn] +This is a story of a player from an Island +That lost his way, such a price to pay +To kiss those girls and make them cry +Kiss those girls and make them cry +To love, to lose, to plead for a do over +A do over +Give me a do over +I want a do over +It's that Radio Raheem and Ghostface Killah + +[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn] +If you knew I was out of line, I miss you like all the time +And if you don't wanna see me, fine +A good girl's hard to find, so maybe in due time +Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over? + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, I used to get a threesome, every other weekend +Cheated on my girl til we nearly stopped speaking +She broke down and cried, and it hurt so bad +Her friends went and told her I was a brand new dad +Of course, she knows now, I ain't used no bag +My excuse was I couldn't cum like that +She warned me of days like this, if this should happen +She'll be out, and we'd be the ones sharing the napkin +Silly dilly me, didn't follow the instructions +Don't bring nothing home, I don't wanna hear nothin' +But brought to the world, innocent, two month old little girl +But what am I to do? Yo, I lost my boo +It's like being kicked out the group and lost my crew +Throwing a baby up to someone I hardly knew +Nah that shit don't add up, what am I to do, yo? I lost my jewel + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, I wrote this right here, on the bus to Rikers +Right next to the thieves, the cons, the lifers +For mad years, you held you down, I'mma overwhelmed in pain +And the worst time to leave you, now +I'm sorry, please forgive me, the streets caught me +I appreciate your concern and support for me +Most important, your honesty and trust, your heart's incredible +This the truth spilling out of my guts +If I, would of took the chance to see +What was place right in front of my face +For sure, nine out of ten times +My actions wouldn't allow me to be so naive +And blind, to carry out these mistakes +I'm cheating, running around, blasting my gun +For me, my rep on the streets like touching the sun +You like a fingerprint, I never find a match like you +Thanks for your patience, you find a man, I hope it's true + +[Hook] + +[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn] +She was screaming out the window, I was walking up the block +Throwing out my Timbos, and all my clothes +She said, F*** my, apoligies +She said, the lies won't fit those +And I said, baby, now let me explain +I know I had fucked up, it was a one time thing +So take all the time you need and desire +And if you let me do it over, I promise to do it right + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Hello baby, I'm sorry for everything that just been going on lately +You know, I've kinda been stressed out +I've been thinking about the things I did to you lately and +Not listening when you was telling me to chill +Now I wind up in here, it's like +You remember, listen boo, listen +The way you rub my face, the way you talk to me +The way you look at me, I know ain't no girl in the world gon' ever give me that +Like the way you gave it to me +So right now I'm pleading, and this is my word on everything +I'm on my knees, babe, just take me back, give me one chance +I'm asking for a do over... +************************************************** +Ghostface[Hook: female singer (Ghostface Killah)] +Ghostface... (Yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these songs?) +Ghostface... (What ya'll talkin' bout... I can't hear ya'll!) +Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A little louder) +Ghostface... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night +Or at the Emmy's, Bentley's, Roll Royce, all white +Fresh kicks, star studded up +A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini's roll up +Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond +Shoot out the clock while I'm killin' timin' +Eight-mill just to resign me +My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can't find me +It's like, all he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J +Bring it back like an instant replay +Please, get these wack records off of me +I can't breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez +It's like they love garbage (yeah), for God's sake, I'm the real artist +Hear they songs, I'm niggas father's +Under my wing like Sanford and Son +Weird sons, I'm a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +I'm like a green and white kickball, I bounce +Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz +In the third grade, I bagged Penny +Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many +Now Daddy's blowin' 'sherm and Remi +On the road told the bus to pullover so I can shit in Denny's +This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers +Bangles get tangled and they cause manners +Money, don't stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it +Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it +Rock them boats and I copped them ropes +Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats +Hold my tongue around fake niggas +Look at 'em sideways and pull my trees +Ask me to hit it, I'm like, Nigga Please, fuck outta here! +Fuck war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Ghost dough and spend it though +Plus got the pen exposed +Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn +Take a look at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo +Everything I'm hearin' is weak +We got them long biscuits, long clip shit +Run for the hills and re-charge your shit +Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don! + +[Hook] + +[Outro: woman] +The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler +Gangsta, playa, hardcore muthafucka living today... +************************************************** +Done It Again[Intro: Harley & Ghostface Killah] +Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby +Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti +Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on that cakie +Get your Gucci bag steppin' outta Macy's with mad flavors +La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh +Hey, excuse me +Excuse me, love, can I have a word wit'chu? +La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh +Not to be rude though, you know, I mean I just seen't you +I just...you know + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Miss lady, how you feelin'? +Can I have five seconds of your time? +I know this gonna sound like a line +But you the most beautifulest thing I seen all week +And I don't even know your name or how you speak +I won't forgive myself or cook me dinner +But I'll do it all for you if you give me a chance, boo +Come on now, we can spend Arabian Nights +I could take you to my mosque and we can pray all night +We could speak for hours, I admire your beauty +Smell your scent from across the room, it's so fruity +That Bath and Body Works, that hazelnut vanilla +I could fly you from across the country to Coachella +Couple massages, glass of wine in the sauna +I could walk you through my farm with trees of marijuana +We can laugh 'til the sun go down at dusk +All you gotta do is be honest and love our trust (Love our trust) + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Harley] +Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby +Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti +Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie +Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah +These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah +Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it +La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh +Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it, yeah +Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it, yeah + +[Verse 2: Styliztik Jones] +First class to the Bahamas, we was last at Benihana's +Sippin' Sake, sippin' properly while laughin, "Hahahahaha" +Girls don't bring no drama to my baby mama, uh-uh-uh +The entourage awaited while I ate it like a Baklava +Sometimes you my psychiatrist, others my philosopher +Feelings in my heart as deep as Phantom of the Opera +Heal me wit'cho cookin', you can be my doctor, herbalist +But I'ma be the one to keep you calm when it's turbulence +We was buyin' hella houses, we was territorial +Give you a tutorial, teach you somethin' historical +Tourin' through the Matrix, we was Neo and the Oracle +Watchin' sunsets on the beach, that's adorable +But oral deep and she was wetter than the coral reef +Scuba dive up in her raw and then she'll snore asleep +You my wavy lady, but really, you make me crazy +If we stay another day, we gon' make another baby, yeah + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Harley] +Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby +Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti +Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie +Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah +These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah +Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it +La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh +Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it +Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it + +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +Hey yo, I'm laid back, peepin' honey she doin' the most (Uh huh) +My headphones pumpin' that "Cherchez LaGhost" (Yeah) +My eyes all red from the garlic I smoked (Smooth) +I move, grabbin' her by her waist, I'm kissin' her cheek (Uh) +Yo, I was savage with my shit, nah, I ain't even speak (Yeah) +She wit' me right now, she been wit' me for a week (Week) +And ladies love 'Donna mic, the way that I teach (Teach) +Other cats give 'em dust and be feedin' 'em Anthrax (C'mon) +I cuddle wit' 'em, cook for 'em, buy 'em they land back (Yeah) +Hold 'em by the hand, kiss 'em and walk wit' 'em (Uh) +I love 'em up, I sit down and I talk wit' 'em (Yeah) +Travel 'round the world then I'm back to New York wit' 'em (Na'mean?) +Now all the fly ladies hold me tight when I'm fuckin' (Fuckin') +They hold me tight and suck my neck when I'm bustin' (Bustin') +My game is good but my rap is disgustin' (Disgustin') +I'm fuckin' chicks while I'm trapped in production (Production) + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Harley] +Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby +Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti +Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie +Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy's, yeah +These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah +Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it +La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh +Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it +Swagger, don't let me bring New York up out it + +[Break: Cappadonna, Flavor Flav & Danny Ray] +Right about now the subject is the real hip-hop +You know what I'm sayin', yo, why y'all comin' bum-rushin' my spot, homes? +Know what I'm sayin'? +And thank you because now it's star time +Introducing, ladies and gentlemen, the young man that's had over 35 soul classics +(Big Daddy Kane) + +[Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane] +I remember when I first tried to holla +When I was a just a shorty and I always tried to follow +You out the park gyms on a hot summer day +Never thinkin' you was gonna ever run away +You ran with a lot of cats, solo to a crew +But the whole thing about it, no one told you what to do +Independent like Destiny's Child but just in a while +I started seein' everyone addressin' you foul +Watch 'em all take a piece of, lyin' then deceit ya +A routine procedure of a musical geisha +And now you got accepted, it's runnin' your life +And got you turnin' tricks, minus none of 'em wife +You don't wanna be trife, you just tryin' just to be +What you like a mystery 'cause he don't know your history +It's kinda sad to see what money did to ya +I wish that we could take it back to the way I knew ya + +[Outro: Harley] +Baby, I've done it again +Ooh baby, I've done it again +************************************************** +The Dogs of War[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Money Miggs, let's get him +I need help to plan an attack twist back these youngin's +Tired of the run-in's, these niggas ain't live +Nine years in the desert, son, they couldn't survive +We're gonna ambush. Blow out the windows, set flames +Turn the pilots on, set up bombs by the maze +Blow brains, tie niggas up to the radiators + +[Shawn Wigs] +They ain't gladiators we gon' crush 'em +Push 'em to the edge, bum rush 'em +You know how we do. OG style I dress like the pizza man +And when they answer the door you come out the van blazin' +Flame-throwing niggas like shish kebabs + +[Ghostface Killah] +Toasty, roasty, they be like Ghost be crazy as shit +They fucking with the wrong one +Son of a gun, I make murdering fun +You took my baby, my block, and corrupted my hood +I'm a do it for my hometown, New York understood +I see laboratories, chemicals and shit +They cooking right here on the block. I'm throwing a fit +Destructo, destroying houses like wreckin' balls +Crushing your foundation you sit somewhere, inspect the fall + +[Shawn Wigs] +Chill. Back the fuck up; it's gonna blow +He gotta face full of powder and that blue-like snow +The explosion threw him twenty feet in the air +He hit the floor and his face just stuck in blank stare +Hey yo, Tone. Hey yo, Tone. Wake the fuck up +The chemical burns on his face, I wanna throw up +I hugged him, felt his heart beatin', his chest breathin' +Fuck the police, son, I ain't leavin' +Scooped him, threw him in the van and split +Took him back to the crib and shit, we gon' fix it + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Shawn Wigs] +Hey yo, get him (I got 'em) +We gon' rock 'em +Try dealin' shit on my block, you got a problem +It's Tony Starks and Money Migg, the OG's +Schoolin' niggas in these streets with no degrees + +[Movie Sample] +"Yeah. That's right, nigga. What you want? (??) black ass." + +[Verse 2: Kool G Rap] +I hear 'em talkin' gun talk, that's my language (language) +Hollows up in the chambers, a hundred shots that'll angle (yeah) +Soon as a nigga aim 'em, they blowin' like James Ingram (word) +Nickle plates from '88, shit'll "Wrath Of Kane" em (Kane 'em) +I'll pee on a handball court wall where they paint 'em (now hold that) +I'll fuckin' yellow-stain 'em +Them niggas out of pocket with it (word) +Buck shots, left his big man chopped to a midget (blaow-blaow) +Rippin' crazy shit, poppin' from a Civic +Warm biscuit tryin' to put this nigga Starks in a barrel +Them slugs hit the wall, I assassinated his shadow (damn) +At the train yard, my tires rollin' over gravel (yeah) +I hope I hear him step on the third rail and crackle +Now I'm hoppin' out the whip, gotta finish this +My biggest hammer about to show him what the business is +Parked trains, darker rain, ain't no witnesses (where he at?) +I swore I heard his footsteps right behind me (word, yo) +So, I turned around quick to do this nigga slimy +Nothin' but a black stray cat ran over line three (what's that?) +A homeless man rollin' cans in a shoppin' cart (oh, shit) +And then, from top of the train, came a pop, a spark +Tried to pop back but I was locked in a arch +The nigga hit his mark right on top of my heart (aw, damn) +My whole chest went numb and the pain got sharp (down) +Fell face down on the ground, saw the Timberland mark +He bopped, swingin' the gun like a pendulum arm +The silencer on the shit was like a Michelin part +Then everything faded out, became of victim of Starks +************************************************** +Homicide[Verse 1: Nems] +This nigga Tony think he back? Fuck that, I'ma fold niggas +Make a mothafuckin' example out him, I'ma show niggas +Around the way I done told them niggas +Fuck the OGs, we got the same type of guns as them older niggas +I know he killed the dawg so I'm holdin' grudge +It's a homi' on any and everybody that he love +Hold up, there go his man Mick +In the car with his kids, I'ma split his mothafuckin' wig +Follow him to the crib and park up the block +Go in the trunk, grab my mothafuckin' 40 Glock +On my way thinkin' this nigga gotta get it +I'ma empty out the clip so that Tony gets the message +Kick in the door, started lettin' off +Mick fell through the table, got wrapped up in the tablecloth +Skated off in the darkness of night +Left my callin' card on the body and said "fuck your life" + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Shit is brutal, I gotta get made then bounce +36 seasons, I'm stuck back on the couch +Like a potato, I don't play though +I'm stone cold son, these lames is built like Play-Doh +[?] +I seen Mick's body on the floor covered in sheets +And a note that says I'm a dead man walkin' +An empty soul just headed for the coffin +This is crazy, they took my brother, they must be clueless +I'ma get that mothafucka, I'm ruthless +Relentless, [?] than a dusted out Navy Seal +I'ma skin him alive, that's for real +I ain't goin' nowhere, they let the beast out the cage +The face of a killer, straight up, on a rampage +War path, blood bath, a killing spree +I'ma show these mothafuckas how it's meant to be + +[Hook: Shawn Wigs] +Ayo go against the grain, I smell a massacre +I'll stick a bomb in your limo, blow up your passengers +Kill every one of 'em, leave no witnesses +Time for revenge, now live out your sentences +Ayo go against the grain, I smell a massacre +I'll stick a bomb in your limo, blow up your passengers +Kill every one of 'em, leave no witnesses +Time for revenge, now live out your sentences + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +I ain't goin' nowhere +I ain't goin' nowhere +Y'all mothafuckas comin' for my head? +This is Tony Starks, you can't stop me, mothafucka +Nigga I wipe my dick on your spaghetti fork, nigga +I'm gettin' this money, nigga, for life, nigga, forever +And I ain't talkin' 'bout shoebox money neither, nigga +************************************************** +Watch Your Mouth* samples were not cleared for the official album release + +[Raekwon] +Y'know? General, general! Word out... +Yeah... +Aiyyo man.. you poppin fuckers +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan] +It's just rules with beats - you clown niggas can't rule the streets +We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East +Taking over the block! +"From the gate now!" +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats - you clown niggas can't rule the streets +We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East +Taking over the block, you can't fuck with the block! +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[Raekwon] +Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue Excelero +They lookin for me, what the fuck you behind me for? +Stressing everything I breathe on +I'm from the boulevard where niggas get jacked and peed on +Whatever homey, we more lavish +I might sneak you in the crib, see my lasers and glasses +Try to get my come up on +Yo, and when you see me, you know I got my "come up" arm on +Cartier called me up, robbery here +We got your seed in the back of the Beemer starving +We like lion killers, catch me on stage with the gauge +In my right hand, grenade and this leather bomber +I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny +Coughing out corner rappers, don't never walk up on me +I write with only insane Malkovich +My troops gave me money to clown with them, fuck it +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[Masta Killa] +My first gun was a .32, back before uh! +Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine +I prefer the fo' five, stay alive +Techs held the crack gank in '88 +8 oz. straight from Florida, the best temp +Camouflage vest, repping the set +Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad +We up at Spain with that thing thing, my crew strong +We take no search for your party dunn, you know how I run +Spray places, cover faces, beat cases +A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the fuck out +Keep a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja +I injure, any motherfuckin contender +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[Method Man] +Hey bitch, your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up +All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is crimed up +Niggas know where to find us, settin the grind up +Police checkin them pies up, my rims are shined up +Wu! We on the rise up, crops supplied up +Plottin niggas demise up, boxed in conduct +Scratch we got 'em sized up, and when the East is in the house +You, you, you, you, you... +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[Ghostface Killah] +On the side of the projects, grey skully, bubble 'Lo goose +Mac 11 tucked in front of the belly +Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em +We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em +In the van, .45's and dilly's, ready to slam it +House arrest box is goin off, Tony got grams +Gotta bath tub full of white, lay in it like Sam Montana +Tune 'em out, to blow out, chop 'em like fans +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[Inspectah Deck] +This is boulevard hard, lounging in your black car +Camouflage rat guard on "Stomp the Yard" +I-N-S spit monster bars, flip long regards +My click dons bitch, y'all are frauds +I get it in like Tim off the glass +Slamming my name, I'm like the prez, sending men off to blast +What I spit, make 'em spend all their cash +I'm so Wu, so new that I ain't ripped off the tags +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[U-God] +RZA done birthed us, some curse on purpose +I'm the grouch, my mouth is a circus +Burner plus a good learner, don't need a hood +All I need's a good burner, Nat Turner +Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk +Rack rooms full of goons with bullet wound birthmarks +From the first spark, you heard my response +(Wu-Tang!) More results talkin 'bout whole crew's mission just lost +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[RZA] +Out the beehive, you dip and you dive +But you still can't survive, you can't see past five +Check the outlook, this is not in the book +You bein dragged across the floor while your 'dro in my hook +Lyrical joust, found all the deal off the books +Steve Rif gave the nod to Universal, good look +Still spit poison venom, Red Monkey and Wu dem +Have any dudes seen the condos? It's all 'em +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) + +[GZA] +Put my +clan in da front+, +reunite+ 'em +Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't invite 'em +No beef, less talk and more action +We parole as a whole, we'll send you back in fractions +Break through fanatic, low crates deep in attics +The Abbott pulled out a .45, looped with static +I scrolled through the menu then rolled to the venue +The dress code is armor all, put a hole up in him +(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) +************************************************** +Iron’s Theme (Conclusion)Wu-Tang Clan +Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman +Lead us to the promised land +And we will build up on this land +Until we free all black man +Iron man +Lead us to the promised land +Teach us how to make our plan +Through love and economic plan +Living out allah god plan +Wu-Tang Clan (wu tang clan) +Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman (Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman) + +(Wu-Tang Clan and Ironman they were wise, they will lead us, they will lead to the promised land and we will fight, and we will build, we will build upon this land, and we will free the black man, and free the world over the family, and we will build, and we will teach of the word of allah, and allah is ONE, allah is one, and we will teach and prove allah is one and his word shall spread throughout the universe, and he shall strike down with a mighty force and dispose these devils to the pits of hell.) +Lead us to the promised land +And we will build up on this land +Until we free all black man +Iron man +Lead us to the promised land +Teach us how to make our plan +Through love and economic plan +Living out allah's god plan + +Congratulations ironman, the entire free world is proud of you +You'll be happy to know there is hope +Ironman has won his battle +************************************************** +Tooken Back"Take me back, take me back, take me back..." + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, yo, aiyo you brought me on Jerry just to take you back +After that bullshit you put me through a couple months back +That wasn't right, call the cops on me, and told them I had it like +"Yeah, pop the trunk, he got dope and guns" +Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know +Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with +And told 'em I bodied an upcoming basketball star +Once I heard that, I fell out the cop car, real hard +You bugged out, and thugged out, wanted me to take you back +That could never happen, I'm sorry +No disrespect, but you a psycho, honey +Got that S.S.I. money, and you start actin' funny +Shrimp's every night, ordering steaks +Them jumbo joints, them shits cost a buck 50 for eight +And when you told me your Merlot, need more grapes +I said "Honey, you never had wine before!" +And if you did, that's not how you act at all +And no... that's not how we rock in Theodore + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah (Jacki-O)] +Please, babe, I love you +(Take me back, I'll never do it again) +Always want you +(You know that you my lover and my best friend) +Yes, darling, it's true +(Come on, home, where you belong, let's get it on) +Please, babe, I want you.... + +[Jacki-O] +Back to them days, when the yay' was bein' frontin' to you +Hundred thousand dollar shopping sprees wasn't nothin' to you +When three was a crowd... but I dealt with it +And your sex wasn't wild.... but I dealt with it +I always felt shitted, you should of take me back +The girl that introduced you to boy, and helped you open your stacks +I got you in South connects, for the hard grind +That's why I took mine off the top, for the hard time +You know you need me in the streets, to help you run things +And if you catch a case, you got it wrong, I'mma pawn rings +I'm your lady boo, that's what I'm suppose to do +I know when you was coppin' my Coupe, that you was coppin' two +I know when you got me the red one, that she got the blue +But the way I chew on you, you should of got me two +Now you got me in the kitchen, with your fryin' on +Tell me that you gon' move with me, I know you lyin', dog +Who loves you baby? Nobody like Jacki-O +Cook, clean, break up your weed, and I give you nasty throat +What you actin' for? Get back in the door +Come on, home, where you belong, let's get it on + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, you know I always love you, I never meant to hurt you +Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume +Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle +Honey right by my side where I keep my herbals +We both agree on no more fighting, we'll just have a verbal +The man'll treat you like a queen, I will bird you +Mother and father birthed you, if I have to hit you +Then damn, I might as well leave, cuz I don't deserve you +Watch from you face, when you sleep, let the heat disturb you +Fiendin' from the magic wand, when she 'nique and serve you +Take me please, take me with ease +Take me back, God damn, and scrape marks on my knees +'Member the first time you made my key +You was drunk, you went behind a tree and pee'd +I miss shit like that, and all of the times +We played cops, I'll arrest you in bed +Police brutality, I'll leave the side of your ass red +God damn it, is sex for real girl? Girl, we in special ed +Uh-huh... fuck that, take me back, pretty please, with you on top + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yo this goes for everybody all across the world +Whether you got fired or your lover dropped you and all that +Youknowhatimsayin? Everybody wanna get tooken back +Youknowhatimean? Don't be afraid to ask, if you wanna see-- +Yo, take me back, fuck it, everybody wanna get tooken back and shit +This is your man, Big Ghost, your host, signing off and shit +Theodore, I understand +************************************************** +Emergency Procedure[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Doctor X enter the crib, worked on the kid +Created a mask that allowed me to breathe +But couldn't extract the chemicals from my body +Poisonous lethal doses, comatosis +In and out of conscious, drugs is ferocious +The mass released the gas that simmered the soul +So my adrenaline stays level not out of control +I been contaminated, physically altered +Got wrong for doing right, my attitude salted +I'm bitter, I clean up the community +Fuck these New York City cops, I don’t need immunity + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks + +[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] +I specialize in telekinesis, recognize the thesis +The leading expert on war and weaponized diseases +The brilliant Doctor X, no scientist is colder +The mask I made specifically protects you from Ebola +Its destruction is impossible, totally irrelevant +The compounds are not found on the periodic table of elements +Adamantium plus Vibranium +The force field that builds will shield your cranium +If anyone would try to place the mask upon their face +The mask will rupture +It's designed to match your molecular structure +Plus the gold was to give it a touch of luster +To match the eagle bracelet and adjust to your repulsive thrusters +Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the environment +That's chameleon technology +But I digress, I must confess +The mask is unequivocally my best invention yet, Doctor X + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks +Fuck 911, private doctor on speed dial +Slid to the aisle, fixed up the golden child +Exquisite doctor, his work of art +Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks +************************************************** +Metal Lungies[Intro: sample] +World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere +World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere + +[Ghostface Killah] +What these clown niggas hollerin'? +What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!" +Put the ball down, we can't score +They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads +You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch +Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck +Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now +See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown +Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds +My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy +Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies +Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee +Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies? +See y'all should have listened to her +She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would occur +Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds +Pastor Freddy ain't fuckin' around, they knocked him with weed + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-oh (word up) +It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?) +Real kids spit that shit + +[Sheek Louch] +Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah +Me and Starks clear projects parks +With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks +Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me +And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky +I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky +I remember faces easy as I tie my laces +Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces +I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey +My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey +I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live or die +They happier that Marbury home +Ya'll niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me +Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet +The hard shit you kickin' bout as R&B as Tweet +This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore +The sunroof open with the four-four, niggas like.. + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-oh (word up) +It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?) +Real kids spit that shit + +[Styles P.] +Yeah... nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface +I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends who smoke base +Somebody leavin' out with a poked face +Tone, you burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case +I'ma make him look like he smoke base +We don't leave no trace +These rap niggas swear that they so safe +I don't wanna talk to you holmes, I don't communicate +My guns be in my hand more than my phone +And I could dial your number, knock the smile off your face +With the H.K. 9, out the all-black hummer +Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit +Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip +Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick, fuck the industry +If shit shut down, they'll still bust my shit +I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks +And some dust head niggas that'll dump my clips, what? + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-oh (word up) +It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?) +Real kids spit that shit +************************************************** +Ghost Showers[Intro: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] +When Ghost threw this rhyme at you +He made up his mind +That every little thing he does +Be designed to entertain you (Yeah) +Ooh (Yeah), his whole life through (That's right) +He's been walking through the rain (Rain) +Until the day he rhymed for you (Uh-huh, uh-huh) +And the sun came pouring down (Tell 'em, girl) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, my rolls be Liberace +And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace +Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up +Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up +Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts (Uh-huh) +Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts +Starks stays in luck, truck +There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up +Staten Island's capo holds the most info +Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowin' Indo +Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro +Throw this in your whip, convinced? Your tints blow +Yo, I kick the ill rhymes like this +Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this +C'mon, stop frontin' at a time like this +Pretty Tone in the house, you better hide your bitch + +[Chorus: Madame Majestic] +Ghost Showers, just a sign of the power +You feel in you, oh, baby +Ghost Showers, got you by the hour +You're dancing, too, oh, baby + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Behind the wall action, barely spaghetti jewels +Machetes for y'all, little Debbie say "I bet he do" +Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies +It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy +(Kick the ill rhyme) Nah, nah, I said it before +I keep the club moist, ladies throw they panties on the floor +Action, Atlantic City lights, main attraction +Slick talk, jiggy at the door, got the gat in + +[Chorus: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] +Ooh, you know that rhyme from him (Yeah, c'mon, we 'bout to slow this down right about know and) +Makes your day worthwhile (You know, wait for the drop to come back in and all that and, uh) +It takes your day that's sad and blue (C'mon baby girl, sing that, uh, c'mon, didn't y'all like that?) +On a ride to a far away moon (C'mon, didn't y'all like that? Yeah, say what, say what, say what) +On that dark and troubled sea (Uh, ma', that's right now) +Ghost showed you the light (Tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all?) +And now you're dancing so fast and so free (Uh huh, ayo, hold on, I got you baby) +They're leaving stormy skies behind (Check it, I run it back with you, boo, come on, let's go, here we go now) + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, who got the biggest burner? +Ask the Terminator, Wes Snipes shit plus Ghost meets Vegas +Stage show magician, dip with with a bunch of candy (Uh-huh) +I got a lot of babies, y'all ain't family +If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me +My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me +In 2003 the lease is up +We on the block now, no need for y'all re-in' up +Pop your seat up, chop the weed up, excuse me if I'm horny +No doubt, I might knock the beat up +Florence style, all up on the set freezed up +All player haters get Swiss cheesed up +Motherfucker, if you with me, throw your hands up +Look, money at the bar, pick your man up +Me and Reese Piece is like diamonds in the rough +I need Viacom money but rhymin' ain't enough + +[Chorus: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] +Ghost showers just a sign of the power (Yo, Starks Enterprise, yeah, c'mon) +You feel in you, oh baby (Theodore, yeah, Theodore Unit, uh-huh) +Ghost showers got you by the hour (Yeah, that's right, you heard? Party motherfucking people, yeah) +You're dancing, too, oh baby (Yeah, catch on, it's like that) + +[Outro: Madame Majestic & Ghostface Killah] +Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go, go now from here? (Where do we go, motherfuckers?) +Straight up, nothin' but the top, bitch +Ghost showers got you by the hour, holding you, taking you, blessing you, oh, baby (Yeah, that's right, that's my shit) +This shit make you wanna go, yo +Heel-toe real close, heel-toe real close +High flow it, high back, hop, hop, hop, word +You know what I mean? Might gotta double that, know what I mean? +************************************************** +Theodore[Intro: Twiz & Ghostface Killah] +Generals on deck (Yeah), haha +Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon +Salute your superiors, y'all (This that library shit, rock the bells) +Yeah (Uh-huh, you know what time it is) +Every man is a boss ('Til it's all out) +Theodore (Uh-huh, ayo) + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Stark edition, rock Christians +The crystalized rock got them big jewelry dealers on a mission +With a slick taste of lace I done smacked New York City +The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me +Balled out in bingo halls, reported skied on jury duty +Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me, Beigen rush Cuffies +Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I shit rubies +Due to the night upon my behalf +I threw the shotty in the glass so I could have a double blast +Scuffle past teams and couples quick with the knuckle, fast +Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass +Uppercut, bash +You in the grass slumped up and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass +Slim body, ain't a G-Y-M, G-Y-N +Love Doctor in the hood, fuck bitches on they friend, so, yo + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife] +Party people, you're the reason we're here +'Cause we love the game and our music is projects +So, so, yo, hello, makin' sure y'all still there (Yeah) +On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore clique (Yeah, yo) + +[Verse 2: Trife & Ghostface Killah] +I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of Europe +Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup +Whatever y'all put up, I double that +Stapleton is where I hustle at, two-twelve is where I bubble at +Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys +I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side +Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip +Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and powder +Culture Power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow +Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco +This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff +Bite ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for +From the block to the stage, I represent for those +Locked in the cage 'til I'm dropped in the grave +Every line I spit is like a shot from the gauge +Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly (So, yo) + +[Refrain: Ghostface Killah & Twiz] +Party people, you're the reason we're here (Who you with?) +'Cause we love the game and our music is projects (See? See? Yo), so, so, yo + +[Verse 3: Twiz & Ghostface Killah] +I'm a Don, dead form, looked upon as equals +To the generals in my click, there'll be no sequels +Them hot ones'll crease you, the vultures'll feast you +The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you +Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' +Late night meet, damn, forgot I got a warrant +Got in, laid down, then start snorin' +P-O kickin' ya door in, four in the mornin' +You blockin' my lane-lane like John Stockton +With the uttermost disrespect just like Bernard Hopkins +See, it's PC within the verse +See, we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (So, yo) + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Party people, you're the reason we're here +'Cause we love the game and our music is projects +So, so, yo, hello, makin' sure y'all still there +On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore clique +************************************************** +Majestic Accolades[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yo, yo +Close your eyes, let the track just play on repeat +All I hear is the genius on this beat +So I cradled the word, street to blame, spice the lingo +Breaker-breaker, one-nine, copy that, Kinkos +Bagged up flamingo, gave her the Mandingo +Met her on the first, amazin', I bounced on cinco +No Coronas, no lime, no Spring Break tequila +Kissed the blue sued coat, a pair of Filas +All white shit, I like that Mike Ty shit, Punch Out +A chick'll suck dick and take her fronts out +No lunch out, no four-elevens +No Sunday at church, takin' flicks with the reverends +I gotta move baby, gotta date with the jeweler +Big shit, son slicked out like The Ruler +Don't test me, bulletproof vest me +I get crunchy, all chunky like a Nestle + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Bars, lines, verbal wordplay +Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ +Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher +See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up +Bars, lines, verbal wordplay +Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ +Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher +See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up + +[Verse 2: Planet Asia] +Yo, desperado designer, renaissance +Head of the wave, I freed the slaves +Lickin' shots up in the synagogue +Tramplin' the trendy, what up with all the Walmart models? +Frontin', gettin' over like counterfeit twenties +Switch topics, I crack atoms +And study how to transmutate metals with the talent to transform medallions +I came and lit it up from Spain to Libya +My next video should be shot in [?] +My [?] productive, my time managed +By nine planets, I shine equality, God illustrious +Make me wanna pop somethin', no champagne +Two fives on me, that's only if the pockets boney +Cannabis cups, to only spit like I'm sellin' dope +You couldn't visualize it with a dogan telescope +Knowledge I sprinkle it, with fresh trinkets +A man is what he think +If so I guess I be the most successful of my species +Tyrannosaurus mind, my outfit is forest fire +Grind, Gorgeous lord, the scoreboard is more than minds +Hold that chica, my pop-up shopas are lyin' around the corner +So loud like throwback sneakers + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Bars, lines, verbal wordplay +Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ +Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher +See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up +Bars, lines, verbal wordplay +Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ +Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher +See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up + +[Verse 3: Hus KingPin] +Clean my guns with God +I look down on niggas who I look up to +Blood pool, backstroke, Lord +[?] on coupe +Shrooms in the iceberg jean coat +Superdry speedboat, all black like Catwoman +Tryna go up, sniff a coke plant +That forty inch rifle, man +We loud, proud, liquor niggas +I used to rock the fat lace +Caesar with the moon halfway +I'm movin' like the wind breaks +Wu chain when the acid face +The time minds provoke thought, you stuck in a war +Y'all niggas only beefin' with time +A couple wine bottles was enough +Impressed your bitch, had a fuckin' [?] on her tits +She squirt like the star split +We all hit, and back flipped +Now that pussy like a mosh pit +Huh, Wolves jumpin' like Chris Bosh +Jumper in the fourth +You dealin' with the wave, love +Batcave killer, I'm writin' letters to silk, huh +Gandhi carpets you bleed on like milk +From Hempstead to killer hill +Swavo +************************************************** +Greedy Bitches[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Theodore Roosevelt... +It's the Ed Sullivan Show, ladies & gentlemen +Here we go... come on, Theodore, Toney... + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +This one's for the boys and the girls on the streets +Make sure you listen careful to the words I speak +Before you get the drawers, and the bitch wanna eat +Make sure you let 'em know to sign the pussy receipt, and + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (come on) +Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (and you) +Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (say what) +Greedy bitches, yo, the hoes ate the Oreos + +[Ghostface Killah] +Word to my momma, yo, I hate ya'll greedy bitches +Ya'll greasy, after the club, want the piece of chicken +Hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone +Uh-uh, leave that roof service book alone +Don't ask me, for food, I ain't ask you +Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool +And ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too +But if ya stomach growling hard, I'mma laugh, boo +No Domino's, Papa John's and Waffle House +Frontin' on the pussy, you can throw the dick in your mouth +Straight cock, we in the halls, yo there's other twat +In Trife room, where them other ho bitches flock +Wigs got it popping, Du-Lilz went bird shopping +He got bird seeds, he's probably getting head whopping +Fucking with you, yo I hope you ain't cock blocking +I want some pussy now, if not, you can get to hopping +Bounce, muthafuckas talking about you ain't giving up no pussy + +[Hook] + +[Shawn Wigs] +Yo, this is for them greedy bitches, who wanna eat off my buck +Who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck +I wanna fuck, and you try'nna get a sirloin steak +Little money, backstage passes, and some Oreo cake +You better split if the legs don't spread like wings +This is Theodore, we more than just suicide kings +Super groupie, that G on your chest stand for greedy +Caught a contact high, cuz we always bake ziti +Blow the gerder's, we just wanna puff and sleep +Not in my bed, I'm try'nna put nut in your cheek +Little squirrel, my twat team stay on alert +I pump iron to them pink panties under your skirt +Why try to scheme, my double stuff cream got 'em all +On a scavenger hunt, greedy bitch of the month +They want a table, when it's time to give pussy, they front +You can't play your boy Wigs, like I'm some kind of chump +That's right, get 'em out here, yo, Tone + +[Hook] + +[Redman] +Yo, I get butter, nigga, like Land O' Lake +When bitches see me, they be quick to pump they brakes +But wait, before we fuck, let's make it clear +If you ask me for a dime... get the fuck out of here +"Aiyo, you broke nigga?" No bitch, you got it wrong +I'm still spending, from Red & Meth sitcom +What you doing? Stripping, grabbing on groin +I bet your momma proud of what you become +I'm on the block getting it, hip hop, getting it +Blunts got piff in it, new five, whipping it +Shorty like "Redman, buy me a cigarette" +Try'nna get me robbed at the store where her niggas at +Greedy bitch, hoods up, hoes down +Get money like Berry, looking for MoTown +And if I'm in your hood, bitch, high as a fuck +Clock the flavor, audio one, your time is up, bitch... + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Guns N’ Razors[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot +They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit +Oh shit... and them niggas stuck together +On some Siamese shit... yo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, classic murders, slick gun material +Burnt up bodies that rot with no burial +Hammers that hardly work, go to work +Like a slave on a hot day, with no water +Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up +Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up +Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat +From they ass, to sew it back, I'm a beast, homes +It's ground beef, in the streets, so we squeeze chrome +Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown +Your momma missing, your boys are crying +Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying +Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free +If you master fronting, classic cutting +You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something +Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes +Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? + +[Verse 2: Trife Da God] +Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck +Niggas emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck +The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily +The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy +They found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing +Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going +Driver’s side door wedged open, the window was broken +Glass fragments shredded his grill, his collar was soaking +He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease +Cops comb the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads +Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant +Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished +DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties +Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet +The last call on his mobile phone was back to home +Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome + +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things +We stick niggas up and we take they rings +Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable +Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you +Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle +Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute +Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man +Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize +Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coke in they straws +Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four +The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores + +[Verse 4: Killa Sin] +Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with +Got gats stashed in motels and stacks by the hundreds +I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is run it +I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is run it, yup +Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes +Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses +Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggas +Other men despise, you can see the venom rise +My nine leaves them tenderized, I don't need my men to ride +I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized +Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide +Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside +Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy +Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy +I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base +Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face +This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place +Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige +Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it +I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate + +[Produced by Metal Fingers] +************************************************** +Be This Way[Intro: Ghostface Killah w/ Billy Stewart samples] +Aiyo... aiyo, what up, yo +What up, ya'll, this that Pretty Toney shit +Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there +A lot of niggas done got bodied +A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit +You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood +But time goes on... and if we don't change a lot of shit +Shit always gonna be this way, and that's a muthafucka fact! +True gangsta shit, ya'll, yo, yo, yo +When ya'll turn my mic up in here, bareback shit +Knowhatimean? Tired of ya'll muthafuckas and shit +One-two, fuck around and clob on one of ya'll muthafuckas +Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on +Come on... "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" Yeah +"Can you feel it..." Let's go, fuck it... + +[Verse 1] +Live from Staten Island where the gangsters kill +Only place on the map that got the 30 dollar bill +And we front like we got millions +Our specialty is how we willie, niggas—that's how Buck brought the building +And the police is pussy, they protect and serve +They connect with baseheads then they frisk our birds +Smack DVDs, blowin' herb +I'm in the room bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work +That's how we get down, fuck Vegas, the black Carlo Gambino +Rockin' the wallo's, blow his diamonds in Z-No's +Spicey, verses is jalapenos +Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on Dino +Tone Stark, a poet's art +Kiss the girls and bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts +This that real live don' shit, you heard! + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, they lick forty rounds, today +Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way +Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day +Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way +Blow niggas over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays +Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away +It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say +But what we tryna say is gonna "be this way" +It don't have to... it don't have to... "My God!" + +[Verse 2] +With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits +Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics +Animos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic +Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes +Don't try to pass this, back up or you'll receive something +Real tragic, them hollows'll race through your jacket +Semi gangsters with weak tactics +Forensic scientists called in to display graphics for square inch to his back winds +They brain and spleen is left all over a fiend's mattress +Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we leave our ratchets +We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc +No Trix we take from silly rabbits, yo feed them lead carrots +The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric +The only thing that can stop 'em is that Teflon fashion +Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks +Brrrr.... baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch! + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, they lick forty rounds, today +Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way +Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day +Or if he dyin' today or could he find a way +Blow niggas over 'turf—bitches, dimes and trays +Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away +It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say +But what we tryna say is gonna "be this way" +It don't have to... it don't have to... "My God!" + +[Outro: Billy Stewart samples] +"Ways... be this way!" (3X) +************************************************** +Ghost Is Back (Juice)[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)] +Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g +I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year +(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son? +(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggas is crazy +Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga +It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggas is crazy) +That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day +(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) +Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year +This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid +That was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who...) +That's your toes right there! (Who the fuck said I broke 'em) +Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) +How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? +Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo +Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo +I love you and all that, son (then say that!) +You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) +You my first cousin, though, but come on, man +You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though +(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son? +(Cuz the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man) +Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka) +Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggas, this ain't no +Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) +NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! +I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's! +Fuck that, let's get this paper! + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking +How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees +My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible +Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you +Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggas wanna verse the poor +I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt +If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work +All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole +And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert +With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan +With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter +I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill +With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field +Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build + +"Ghost is back..." - sample 4X + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat +Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease +Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad +I'mma lay back and reveal your ho +She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss +Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" +Yeast infection, queen, she love dick +Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks +Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you +Crucial, blow rugers at who you with +We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all good +My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet +And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad +That's bad, flags red, dirt beds +Ya'll niggas is eating, crystal meth' heads +We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads +Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out +Fucking up rappers is what I'm about +I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead +Keep fronting and lose your head + +"Ghost is back..." - sample 4X + +[Ghostface Killah] +You can decide on who's liver +Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva +Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound +Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the town +Don't let your gangsta, get you murked up +Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up +Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead +Freeze, nigga, come off the bread +Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising +Ringing the boys bell like Verizon +Eyes, looking suprised, that the four-five +Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island +Holding the boy down, ya'll know what it do +Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz +Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying? +My West Brighton niggas... let's see that money come first +That's right, yeah, get up in that building +You tell L.A. Reid and them niggas to crack that safe +Word up, cause we coming, J-Love +Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un +You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo Bean +You know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, man +We gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do +I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy +I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga +Come through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is +Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggas keep ya'll hands off him +Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex +Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up +I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... +Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up? +"Ghost got the juice, now" +************************************************** +Walking Through the Darkness[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio +777 FM, we in God dimension +Sponsored by Stark Enterprise +Shout out to everybody on Staten Island +Don't touch that dial... + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +A-yo, a-yo, my name's on your roster kid, I mean business +Big elevators mean big businesses +Sleeves rolled up around five, I, loosen my tie +Rough day though the stock was high +Plus I'm hungry, move like the boss of the joint +I know it don't mean nothing 'causeI brought the joint +But still, realer hits, card dealerships +Bank slips, murder topics, niggas ain't shit +So what, I had a rough day? +That's right, and if y'all don't like it +Then motherfuck y'all, it's Ghost in the house! +Make noise if it's C.R.E.A.M. in the house! +Aww shit now, fly coffee tables, haircuts dust +Money this long, you wish you could roll with us +Supersoak us, your bitch chose us +Be sure to stay away from friends you can't trust + +[Chorus: Tekitha (Ghostface)] +It's been so long (yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh) +Since he had a true friend (that's right, that's right) +True friends are sure hard to come by (uh-huh) +But then again +His loyalties lie within +Always kept his head to the sky +And they can't see... no n-n-no-no (Check it +I want all y'all...remember this? Yo, c'mon, c'mon) +They can't see him walking through the darkness... no-n-n-no-no +(Ooha-ooha! yo, Ooha-ooha! uh-huh +Yeah, Ooha-ooha! Ooha-ooha!) +They can't see him walking through the darkness + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, yo, the new President America +Flash money, act funny +Party, ride the bubbly +Goons and thugs, double Hennessy +One shot to the nose, double energy +I don Wallabees, fucking remember me +Guess who's back? The W embassy! +Even in the dark we electricity, rap celebrities for the longevity +Staten and Manhattan, that's all liberty +B.E.T, MTV always big up me +That I rock coliseums, cop a drop BM +Drunk throw his dick out on stage, I gotta see him +Then he sung: +Ha! Let's get drunk! Ha! +Let's get drunk and high yeah! + +[Break: Ghostface (Tekitha)] +Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, throw your hands in the air, throw your hands in the air +(They can't see him walking through the darkness) +Like this y'all, like that y'all... c'mon, yeah +(c'mon, no-o-o they can't see him walking through the darkness) +Yeah... ma, c'mon boo... yeah that's right... motherfucka +(No-o-o, they can't see him walking through the darkness) +Yeah... c'mon ma, rock that sick... that's right yo, look at ??? over there +C'mon, c'mon we breakin' it down +(Ooh no-o, they can't see him walking through, walking through) +Uh-huh, these are the best dancers in the house tonight +Ladies and gentlemen give them a round of applause +(No, and the earth, they can't explain... on his road to become... become) +Uh-huh, that's how I like it, that's right, listening to the sounds of Ghost +Radio... +It's like that y'all... Staten Island, New York +(the chased and get hazed) +New York in the house, make some noise! +(but ???) +************************************************** +Pokerface[Intro] +This is why the World Series of Poker +Is decided over a no limit poker tournament +Players, pro's even, can't handle the pressure of the game +They consider no limit the only pure game left + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +You gotta know how to play your cards, have a mean poker face +And know an ace deuce can take out your pocket broads +This is no limit hold 'em, you gotta know when to fold 'em +If you plan on, staying on top +You can't lose, what you don't push into the pot +You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck +Go all in, if you're feeling your cards, deep in your gut + +[Shawn Wigs] +It was a late Saturday night, big chips, we had a lotta +Theodore performed at the plush Borgata +It was an hour in, big chip leader of the game +Caught pocket jacks and flopped two more of the same +Looking at quads, waiting for someone to bluff +So I checked til someone said "I had enough +I'm raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river" +Caught an ace and his face, was a straight up giver +He had three now, must of caught two in the hole +A full boat, I'm about to sink ship, tell him to fold +He laughs, raises his fifty g's, please I need chip count +The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out +I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island +He called it, I showed four jacks, he started wilding + +[Interlude: ?] +This son of bitch.. +All night, he set me up, he check, check, he trapped me! + +[Hook] + +[Shawn Wigs] +It was a cash game, 100/200 dollar table +Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able +July 23rd and 4th, the lions is out +It's the month of the Leo, we gon' win with no doubt +Bunch of high rollers, laughing like we low-limit amateurs +I buy in for the max, twenty G's, I'mma damage ya +Couple of chuckles, broken glasses, all tinted +I'mma put ya'll all on tilt, give me a minute +So I check, raise 'em, bluff 'em, ain't showing my cards +Two, four, off-two, ya'll ain't no superstars +I should of been at the table, World Series of Poker +I'm up 80 G's already, ya'll a bunch of jokers +Now they all on tilt, raising, I call 'em all in +With pocket three's, for 80 G's, I'm ready to fall in +Flop two aces, caught my three on fourth street +A four hundred thousand dollar pot boy, life's sweet + +[Hook] + +[Outro] +He beat me.. straight up +Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money +************************************************** +Bamboo’s Lament[Verse 1: Kendace Springs] +Never wanted to get left alone +I didn't know how to go along without you +Is it too late? +Did I make a mistake? +Think about the times we shared +Through the good and bad. Don't feel so sad +Is it too late? +Did I make a mistake? + +[Hook] +Yeah yeah, did I make a mistake? +No no, is it too late? +Oh oh, did I make a mistake? +Yeah, yeah, uh + +[Verse 1] + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Skunk Fu![Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo +Skunk Fu, balancing the earths and the heavens +With an old wise panda and a whole pack of bredrins +Rabbit, fox, pig, snake and killer bees +Duck, crane, tiger fighting off ninja monkeys +And baboon, that evil dragon won't prevail +Over young skunk skills and that old stink-tail +Defender of the valley from the dragon in the lake +Use your mind, body and soul to fly as you levitate +The Yin, the Yang, the shadowboxing technique +Then monkey flip, tiger-style train of defeat +Disappear with the teleportation in the trees +This is kung fu mastered by infinite degrees +With an army of the animals created by God +Supernatural, believe in the sun, moon and stars +Lead the resistance, not just do as they thinkers +If you smell something funny, that Skunk's letting off stinkers + +[Chorus: Shawn Wiggs] +Skunk Fu! Rocking that Fu Manchu +Learning how to defend like the rest of his crew +Slap a ninja monkey, learn all types of techniques +Swing that old stink-tail and watch how it reeks + +[Verse 2: Cilvaringz] +Yo Ghost, welcome to the Spartan war room +Where the killer bees sleep till it's time for the swarming +We skirmish, skunk's like the monks +Of the Shaolin temple who fight, never run +It's fire, water, stone rocks and earth +Five elements deep like the ox and the bird (you heard) +Banana swing, flame swords and darts +But make sure the kid stay good in the heart +And if by any chance things get adrift +(Surprise!) Dropped at the whiff +Of a stink, I'm fighting, six ninja monkeys is easy +Ask the fox if you do not believe me +Defeat me? You wilding, resistance +We fight old baboon and the dragon, so listen +To master, the panda, his grammar is kung fu and tongue fu +The way he swing daggers? He loves you + +[Chorus] +************************************************** +Walk Around[Intro {*Hook plays along with the intro*}] +Get the mic on +I don't know what happened, son +I just lost my mind, son +It's like I wasn't strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it +A nigga flesh on me, I can't really-- I couldn't hold it, G +I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga + +[Hook] +I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze +People talking to me and calling my name +But I don't hear a word they say... + +[Ghostface Killah] +It was him, the cornerstore and a buttered roll +The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes +One to the face, he fell sideways +I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres +Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin' +He slapped my girl, that's the reason why I was f'in to lean 'im +Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit, my word +At least 40 seconds, I stay dead stiff +I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand +Removed the gun and the 16 spun out +He floored past 90 on the BQE +I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats +I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock +About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot +Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind +People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange + +[Interlude {*Hook plays along with interlude*}] +See what I'm sayin'? I don't know, I just don't feel right +Havin' flashbacks, bugged out, man, knahmean? +Nah, I don't wanna go to the clinic, I don't want the hospital, son +You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man, y'knahmean? +My face feels numb, son + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out +All I remember's my shirt, I couldn't get them goddamned stains out +Oxy cleans weak 'round the chest area +Righthand side, I'm pluckin' off li'l pieces of meat +And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee +But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach +On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York +'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk +Manhunt, police searches, swat ran in my crib +Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids +Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz +She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks cause of these pigs +Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try'na slay me +I told 'em, Friday I'll have they money, faggots try'na play me +I'll never eat up out a garbage can +I'll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father's plan + +[Outro 1 {*outro 2 plays along with outro 1*}] +I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't goin' nowwhere, I'm aight, I'm aight +But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I'm blowin' they head smooth off +Cops, connects, I don't give a fuck, they gon' feel that Eagle, they gon' feel that Desert +They gon' feel that Bulldog, y'knahmean? I don't give a fuck +Don't put me in no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean? +If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it +Yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's too hype +Niggas thinkin' I'm buggin' out, I ain't buggin' +Y'all niggas'd be buggin' out too if you had somebody's flesh on you +Motherfuckers, fuck ya'll niggas, I ain't goin' crazy +Sleepin' on couches and shit... I'm goin' back outside, fuck ya'll niggas, man + +[Outro 2] +I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze +People talking to me and calling my name +But I don't hear a word they say +I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze +People talking to me and calling my name +But I don't hear a word they say +I know my Mother's worried about me +Cause they might have to put me away at any time +Cause when my baby packed up her clothes and left me +She oh! I believe she took my mind... +************************************************** +Call My Name[Verse 1] +I grace the block with my presence; all praises do +Now the neighborhood like "Tony we love you" +It's all good and staying at my brother Mick's house +Made his house my home. Enter the zone +Buried him in front law. Put up a Tombstone +I seen Bammy. That's my nickname for Bamboo +She like "what up Tone? How are you? +Can we speak? I got some explaining to do" +See your absence made me forget who you were +And I love you for you. I need a second chance, boo +I say it's all good. 36 seasons was long +You got weak but I'm here to help weather the storm +You gotta just think with me. Shit'll get stinky +I gotta clean the whole motherfucking city +The government's greedy flushing drugs down these streets +Thugs out here criminals dressed as police + +[Hook] +Call my name when you need me +I'll be there quick fast in a hurry +No need to worry +The all mighty GFK the master venger +New York's top contender, City defender + +[Verse 2] +Ay yo, these streets is political, analytical +The government got you on strike by the visual +The TV the crack epidemic. The real drug dealers, fake cops is true apologetic + +[Interlude] +How would you like to be in the court of law? How would you like for me to put a bullet in your head as large as a baseball? + +[Hook] +************************************************** +It’s Over[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo... aiyo this joint right here is about +When you goin' through mad shit +And it just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit +You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' +You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit +But before you know it, your whole world just caved in on you, pa +Check the joint, it's... uh-huh, yeah, I walked into the place +Verse one... + +[Hook: David Poter sample] +Over, and then my life (the masquerade) +I know it's over... (the masquerade) +Uh-oh, over (over) my my my good day is over +(Over) the masquerade is over (over) +Uh-oh-oh, it's over... (over) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' bitches +Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen +All around dick sucks whenever, blowin' chronic out of Philly's +Gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era +Niggas tellin' me my spot is hot +They like I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop +Back then I was the phat Ghost, them came March 1st +My eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our work +After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten g's +Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's +Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces +Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases +When it get dark, venom will leave my mark (over) +I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man he said "Yo, Starks! +You're surrounded, put down your gun, look at the rules +There's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run" + +[Hook] + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah *during Hook*] +Yeah... you see how that went right? +That episode got deep and all of that +Knawhatimean? Then it just go on and +It just don't stop... I don't care what town you from +What hood you from, it just all goes in, yo, check this episode +Verse two + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 A.M. in the best Western +I'm with my bat, blew her ass back and chest in +Slob my knob, yeah no question, this my main bat +She thorough like that, so we don't use protection +But the night before, my wiz must of check my phone +How the fuck she get the codes... I don't know +Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me +Tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch besides me +My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death +Told my broad to keep it moving, cuz I just got knocked +Don't turn around, as soon she did, she bust a shot +Plus she talk, security drop when she touch the Glock +I had the gum-face on, long face on +Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone +There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or jewelry +Court date judges, my shorty tried to screw me + +[Hook 2X] + +[Interlude w/ Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Uh... you see, sometime it don't pay +What goes around comes around in +In many different ways and +You can guess what happened +That's right ya'll, you know how it get down +If anybody got it locked, it's God, that's right +Word... + +[Skit: Solomon Childs (Ghostface Killah)] +Hey Kimmy, how you doing? What up Keisha +Damn girl, your hair looks so nice +Yeah, I got my shit done at Tasha's +You know I don't even fuck with that bitch +Yo, son, I think Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man +And can you believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man +Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin' +Put a salon up in the fuckin' hood, son I can't even make no money no more, man +(Yo, son... maybe you need to tell them bitches that +If they could put a Ms. Pac-Man or somethin' in the back +Maybe we could get some money back, maybe we could get some money back there) +Son, you know I don't even FUCK with them bitches like that, nig', come on, man +"Come on sugar, hold me tight" ... - sample +************************************************** +The Juks[Intro] +Your roll, your roll (My roll, my roll?) +Ayo, Maurice, go to the store for me, son +My roll, ayo, tell that bitch Keisha come here (Yo, Keisha) +Ayo, tell that bitch Keisha come here, son (Get two Dutches) +(Holler-holler, Keisha) +Niggas rollin' for money over there, dun (I know, I know) +Make sure they bring his ice on, I want that honey bracelet +I want some of that, though (Aight), they gettin' it over there + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo, what's in it? Three M's in the bank +Shoot it, oh, you gotta stop? +Six bitches to the top +A four and better, beat the five +I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice +Son, I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life +Money feed good, all downs is a bet +Meanin' any money on the ground is a bet +Open up the pool, give the dice some room +Aight bitches, shoes, Pampers, girls need a nice room +That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophobic +If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass +Nah, I got the money, I even got one with me +And 'Von bringin', too, he on his way to come get me +He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen +With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats +I got a quarter-mil in each of my fur sleeves +The rest is in my long johns, boots and jeans +Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three +Come in the buildin', nigga + +[Chorus: Superb] +Pop your collar (Do whatever you do best) +Just pop your collar (Up the ladder to the hill of success), do us + +[Verse 2: Superb] +Ayo, ayo, he had three down and bet three M's +So you know what happened to him +He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers +Ex-killers, Wu gon' ride to the death for the skrilla +I hold my own and rep my niggas +Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas +Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures +Told me not to worry, all checks is clearin' +So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance +And I survive through project experience +You wanna roll dice or roll and ride? +No matter, you gon' get holes inside +See, you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni +You fuckin' with a metaphor kingpin +You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang +Wu, you fuckin' with them? +Dun, you wanna gun to make you slim? +So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars +Pop all parlors and fuck with money scholars (Huh?) +Know what I mean? (Street scholars, street scholars) +Matter of fact, I'm gonna fuck with Rockweilers + +[Chorus: Superb] +Pop your collar (Pop off, do whatever you do best, ayo) +Get your dollars (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success) +Pop or holla (Don't talk, you know what we gonna do) +Just pop your collar (Do yours, say no more, say no more), do us + +[Verse 3: Trife Diesel] +Bent off the Jack y Dom, rollin' the dice with a happy arm +Everything good, money on wood +Bank stoppers, I send them home broke +Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat +I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call +Watch you break your all, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall +High roller, see how my dice kiss +Push, you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice, bitch +I rocks, believe it or not +Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot +Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot, what's in the pot? +A 100 G's in the bank to the man who got it stopped +My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked +4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks +You wanna walk, book your ass down the street with a bop +The drinks is on you tonight for my peeps in the spot + +[Chorus: Superb] +Pop your collar (Do whatever you do best, yo) +Get your dollars (Up the ladder to the hill of success) +Pop your collar (Theodore Unit, you know what we gonna do) +Just pop your collar (Pop off), do us (Eat, nigga, eat) +************************************************** +Ghostface X-Mas[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Holy Jesus, I gotta drop all these toys off +Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus, bring me my robe & my slippers +I gotta go! + +[Ghostface Killah: Verse 1] +Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing +Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing +That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow +Rudolph the Reindeer, red nose that glow +It's all about the candycanes and Christmas list +North Pole and that chubby jolly old Saint Nick +The little elves getting busy, in Santa workshop +And how gingerbread men keep they buttons on top +Wooden soldiers and chestnuts, rosting like marshmellows +Goodfellas, chocolate pudding pops and Jell-O's +It's the gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle +The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles +That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers +Bareskin robe dragon with Versace slippers +Around the fireplace we breathe, shirts are short sleave +We stayin' up all night on Christmas Eve + +[Chorus: Shawn Wigs] +It's the season for sharing, season of the gift +Season for snow, it's December 25th +That time of the year, we dress like Saint Nick +Stirring whipcream into that hot cup of Quick +It's the season for sharing, season of the gift +Season for snow, it's December 25th +That time of the year, we surprise all the kids +Buy gifts for your loved ones and diamonds for ya wiz + +[Ghostface Killah: Verse 2] +I see snowmen, snowflakes, cinnamon cakes +Sisters and brothers, sliding down garbage can covers +Snowball fights, eggnog splashed with Hennessey +Bet Christmas is Christmas from New York to Tennessee +The Kris Kringles, the Jingling Babies +All them late nights wrapping gifts, driving you crazy +And Jack Frost is outside, freezing it up +Got the hood and the goose just to loosen you up +And all the homes is all lit with some many lights +See the trees through the windows, glittered up at night +Gingerbread house, bumping that Jingle Bell Rock +And all them little bad kids get coal in they socks + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Ghost knows when you be sleeping +And Ghost knows when you are awake +And I know if you been bad or good +So be good for old Ghostface + +[Chorus: Shawn Wigs] +It's the season for sharing, season of the gift +Season for snow, it's December 25th +That time of the year, we dress like Saint Nick +Stirring whipcream into that hot cup of Quick +It's the season for sharing, season of the gift +Season for snow, it's December 25th +That time of the year, we surprise all the kids +Buy gifts for your loved ones and diamonds for ya wiz + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Hahahaha, we made it, wish you all a Merry Christmas +And a Happy New Year, hahahaha +And to all a good night, good night to all +To Staten Island, hahah, nah, cut it, cut it off - son +************************************************** +Pieces of the Puzzle[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo a knight locked up in the cage, I'm enraged +But plenty of time to think of my position +This cop is corrupt, he gotta be in the mix of shit +He set me up so this nigga be fixin' shit +So I took out his competition +So he's my competition, that makes my decision +Easy, he gotta be the lord of the drugs +And that's Bamboo's man, that's where he stands +He played both sides of the fence on some real-real shit +Counterfeit thug, tryna play legit +Seen the bars slide open as I bought off a bail +I seen Bamboo waitin' as I exit the jail +She said, "Please Ton', you gots to go +You can't stay around this part of town." Already know +I'm blowin' bail, headin' up north, free in the country +She gave me a hug and a big stack of money + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] x2 +Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle +Right in front of your face, stop the hustle +Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark +Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark + +[Verse 2: AZ] +My cash missin', my lab different +Where the fuck is Bamboo? She need an ass whippin' +I was told Ton' was home, I'm way past fifth and +Guess it's time to get in my zone, this my last mission +Did what I could do with this pump and I'm like fuck it +Feelin' like Hammer on crutches, he can't touch this +Illustrious, multi movements +I drew the blueprints but now it's time for improvements +Press his peoples, left a message, nothin' peaceful +Shit police do, we could never be a equal +Execution, I get it in, retribution +Best solution, get up close when you're shootin' +Shit for realler, I'm mad raw with a killer +What's even iller, I knew the boss since Thriller +'Til we're even, I guess it's gon' be grievin' +A lot can change in 36 seasons + +[Hook] x2 +************************************************** +How You Like Me Baby[Ghostface Killah] +Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck +I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! +Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar +Take care of family so I don't have stupid cars +Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life +Baby daddy threaten that's aight, check out my man Trife +Represent Stapleton, raised in the West +780 Henderson, now I'm the best +Stoppin all bets, slammin niggas like Barkley +Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley +Always kept aluminum, bats in the car seat +Them not show doin them, that's where the NARCs be +Came to play no games and stay in your lane +And the ratchet's on your brain and fuck entertainment y'all +The big spender rock a robe in November +I never broke but I throw my trees up in the blender + +[Hook: repeat 2X] +Yeah, how you like it baby? +You want a good time, you alright, you alright? +C'mon, how you like me baby? +You have a good time tonight? + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo~! Better shoe spots, red and blue drops +I used to serve those, those my rooftops +Dane cracked the window when the fuckin room's hot +If my CD was skippin get a different boombox +New socks full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc's +So hot, right before I popped the fuckin show stopped +You can't box, I seen better hands on an old clock +The old ox never marked you, I'mma blow pop +Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue mink +And my bitch arms'll be, 20 G's scrill +Niggas like "Pardon me," I'mma be honesty +Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Connery +Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby +Givin you the business, crackheads and the wannabeez +And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks pharmacy +Desperate Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah - singing] +Hey, Mister! Please let my niggas in +Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem with meeeEEEE +We got them burners on the dancefloor +Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in +Three to the head again, Ghost Remy HennesyyyYYYY +All y'all haters wit'chall mad for? + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Forever[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, aiyo it's 4 in the morning, I decide to turn over +Pull down your little red drawers and start to kiss you all over +You hope it ('last, forever') I know baby, I hope it ('last, forever') +So I, took off my paisley pajamas I got from St. Thomas +Yo, I love you so much, so let me pay homage +And if you do, yo I promise never break a promise +So can I give you the honors my little Pocahontas? +Play by play, Miss Camay +You like a Zales Diamond in the window, right on display +You just a shining, precised in every curve you cut +And for your daddy, yo, you never have to tuck in your gut +Because I love it like that, stretchmark fat, plus let me show my crunches +To burn it off, just lay right on your back +And let me do my love dance, I pop it to the left +I pop it to the right, I get it all night, come on + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah (sample)] +Them other chicks must hail to the queen, as I +Put them dudes straight up and check, cuz the queen is mine +(Last, forever, last, forever) +We can be broke, holes in our coat, even still we shine +We got each other through the bad and the best of time +(Last, forever, last, forever) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, I'm lost in love, with nowhere to go +She says I'm a pain in the ass, boy, get to the store +She can say that, cuz we best friends, we play together +She carry my left rib, therefore we pray together +Bury me on top of her, in our graves together +Cuz when she feel pain, I know how to make it better +Talks, some long walks, communication in parks +Understand what she's going through, our listen was smarts +Especially when she's on her friend, I be hoping it leave +I have to bite my tongue, just to keep from arguing +Six days of that is like, who let the monster in +After it's finished then, I can get on top again +Shorty girl's my oxygen, never catch her gossiping +Look it ya'll, this my flower, she gon' keep on blossiming +Long as she is mine, and I am her, we gon' ride the wind +This lady here is all for me, I never have to lock her in + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Not Your Average Girl[Intro: Shareefa] +Whoa... oh, whoa... +Shareefa... oh + +[Ghostface Killah] +From the blocking, to the dropping +I need a girl that's stacking and popping +When I come in late, she's not clocking +Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and +Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook +Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book +Biting on a pen, thin glasses on +French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent +Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill +Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? +Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me +Protect that safe, baby, dag, that's filthy +Whoa, somebody let her know up in here +He like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear +I'm just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear +Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year + +[Hook: Shareefa] +I'm not your average girl +I be your Bonnie right beside you +No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah +I'm not your average girl +See me without you is unlikely +Them other bitches they not like me, oh, wow + +[Ghostface Killah] +You can have keys to the boat, money follow me +I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice +That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt +Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat +Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D.R +Luggage with a big black tan +Whatcha gonna do? You or him, me or you? +Fucking with him, you look mad pitiful +Boo, I'm not the type that be slobbing down hoochies +Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy +Tugging on my jacket til the lights come on +We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm +That's a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up +In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up +Nagging til the sun up, shut up, I'm not a double-up, boo +Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckles up + +[Hook] + +[Hook: Shareefa] +Baby, baby, don't waste your towel +Looking any further cuz the girl is ours +Holds it down for you, any place, any time +You already know, I'm the one, yeah, I'm that +Fly girl, rider, just say the word +Anything pop off, it's us against the world +Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that'll make your toes curl + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story +Love, your boy Tone got mass appeal +All them other little players ain't as half as real +They just wanna get up in you like Massengill +But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey +Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me +All my real ladies, put your hands up +Holla at your boy, if you ain't a groupie, right now, stand up + +[Hook 2X] +************************************************** +New World[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Put the mic on +Alright, c'mon +Yeah, yeah, ayo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Feelin' like Outkast, lay the stank on ya +Brothas giving dap, trappin' on the street corners +Bitches wavin' "Hi" in the next man's ride +'Cause she know she gotta pay them bills, trickin' on the side +And the kids seen so many stepfathers is alive +Drinkin' all the Kool-Aid, fuckin' up the vibe +Man, there's so many parents just don't understand +How to raise a child, educate 'em, teach 'em how to stand +And not to be a follower, people were like toddlers +When there's no love, the heart becomes more hollower +Then you wanna be alone, the mind becomes shallower +The weak ones hang theyself, don't let this life demolish ya +Uh, we can dominate the world with a plan +Stand next to each other then we hold hands +Brothas and sistas (Hey, young world) +Take it all with a grain of sand + +[Chorus: Eamon] +It's a deadly circumstance +From simply getting by, uh +It's a brainwashed straw man +To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh +It make a smart man stupid +And turn a rich man foolish +We got to man up, stand, up, hands up +Woo-ooh + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +See brothas get murdered over dice games +Bullets started to fly when the nights came +You got a bad chick and a nice chain +Be careful, them niggas right over there got nice aim +Catch you for a lot or a little bit +It really doesn't matter 'cause the babies gotta deal with it +Opioid epidemic, so DM with no recollection +Body last found in the place where they people left 'em +The babies got it harder then ever +They calling them the internet babies +Microwave cell phone towers, fake food +Red meat makes the state of mind crazy +Police killing brothas like it's okay +It's like a modern-day slavery +Everybody stand, up man Up +Don't let these wild beasts break us down +And put they hands on us + +[Chorus: Eamon] +It's a deadly circumstance +From simply getting by, uh +It's a brainwashed straw man +To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh +It make a smart man stupid +And turn a rich man foolish +We got to man up, stand, up, hands up +Woo-ooh + +[Outro: Eamon] +Save them children from the pry +Whole world +Show them nothing stops them but that same ol' lie +May God save that child +From this world so foul +I want a new Earth, new world, woo-ooh +************************************************** +Intro[Sample] +The sun don't shine it's hot here +The streets don't look the same but it's hot here + +[Press Conference] +Hey Montana! Yo Ghost, Hey Tony Starks! (Hey Tony.) Hey Tony Starks! Hey Ghostface! + +GHOSTFACE: Yo, yo, yo + +PERSON 1: Excuse me, yeah, Tony Starks, how long did it take you to complete this album? That's what we wanna know. That's what- that's what the people really wanna know + +GHOSTFACE: It's none of your fucking business, man, you heard? Let's move on with the next fucking question, man + +2: Yo Ghost! Ghost! Yeah this is Z-Dog! We see the cameras, we see the reporters, forget all that. (Uh-huh) What I'm trying to see is how are you gonna do it for the people on the streets? + +GHOSTFACE: I'ma do it how I been doing it. You know what I mean ain't nothing but a different label pa, you need to stay in school man, straight up, get that education... + +3: Yo Ghost, Ghost! This is Nina Chantele reppin the MIA. I wanna know how's the game changed since you revealed your face man? + +GHOSTFACE: The game got real, you know what I'm saying? But I'm back now, I'll crush all that bullshit. Next question + +4: What do you think about those fake-ass gangsters out there son? + +GHOSTFACE: Niggas is pussy man. Them niggas know my style, they can't fuck with me man. You know what I mean? It's Tone right here nigga. Word up + +5: Hey Ghostface! We wanna know why don't you roll with big bodyguards? You know, like the other guys do? + +GHOSTFACE: Cause I don't need them motherfuckers. God is my bodyguard, nigga. You know what time it is man, it's real + +6: Hey yo, Ghostface, look-a here. I had a fight over my Wallys (What up pop?), you know the blue and green ones? I mean my gear was stolen! You think you can spare a brother a pair? + +GHOSTFACE: Yeah you know what you do? Just meet me outside, meet me near the door when I leave out of here, I got you, baby + +7: Yo Ghost Ghost, one more question man. Me and the fans wanna know, what's up with you and Wu-Tang? Man what's really good? + +GHOSTFACE: Ain't nothing bro, we just in the grind right now, everybody getting their shit together, doing they solo projects, we gonna come back to smash the world + +8: Yo, Ghost man, I got a new insurance company out there, man called AFLAC!!! with the fucking duck! + +GHOSTFACE: I hear ya bro, stop eating that pork + +9: Fuck you, Toney! You robbed my brother in Expo! Punk bitch! I dare you to do it again! + +GHOSTFACE: Somebody get'er out of here. (Bitch let me go!) Somebody get her outta here... + +10: Nappy-hair weave bitch getcho ass up out of here! You got them tracks... you got them tracks off Amtrak! +************************************************** +Outta Town ShitI'm six foot two and a half +With shoes on make it three even +Been shot but I'm still breathing +Sent niggas back to Pittsburgh +With they necks wrapped up no lie +See that's what happens when slugs fly +Doves cry when a thug dies +It might rain if you're a love guy +Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em +And going in we let the fiends hold 'em +Fake aliases, no driver's license or socials +But we cold cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless +Outdoors my niggas is dirty +Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice +Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees +Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the whip in park +Bodies for lunch, they eat those +Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin' + +[Hook] +Hey man it's rough outside +Crack heads is buyin' all night +Handguns is necessary +Fuck around you might lose your life +Anywhere in and outta town B +The same every hood it's so real +That you gotta be on your grizzly +If not then you might get pideeled + +Like one day right over a powerful dice game in Minnesota +We hit the mall up for kicks +Slid, in other words bounce, tip the chauffeur +To get that cheddar cheese back we lost from earlier +Get back the dices shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman +What's in the bank? Nigga what? Twelve grand bowl 'em +No little shit on the floor roll 'em +That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking) +Six 'em girls, hit his kicks +I'm a still show that motherfucker he fish +Pound cake, beat that bitch +Holy smoke! I admire your roll +Two fours and a five, they all applause and he smiled +But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground +Grab the dice, blew on 'em +Passed off the other thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em +Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five? +Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out! +Watch the magic number that my pretty hand let out +My first roll was one two four, picked 'em up +Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks headed for the dust off!" +I'm like hell no I'm headed for the gun store +Punch you in your motherfuckin' face like Spongebob +Watched his face when he aced, the place got quiet +Bowled like twenty forty times, my arm got tired +Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce +Took a swig of my man's goose +Anything just to give me a damn boost +Then out came a wonderful six +Holy shit! Stack that shit +Yo Trife Dies snatch that fuckin' cream quick +That was one one six, one sixteen point C +And I don't care about no motherfuckin' Royce Green +He pulled out, he pointed at me, I pointed at him +My main man pointed at them +They pulled their guns out and pointed at him +And crazy shells they was coming in + +[Hook] +Hey man it's rough outside +Crack heads is buyin' all night +Handguns is necessary +Fuck around you might lose your life +Anywhere in and outta town B +The same every hood it's so real +That you gotta be on your grizzly +If not then you might get pideeled + +[Outro] +This just in, breaking news +Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at 5:23 pm +An alleged witness says things went haywire over a dice game +Two black males were shot in their buttocks +Leaving one critically wounded +Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene +At a nearby hospital, three New York men are recovering +In stable condition but are being held under police supervision at this time +For on the spot coverage +Theodore TV, this is Dusty Williams signing off +Now back to Tony Starks already in progress +************************************************** +Superstar[Intro] +He's a superstar, yeahhh {*2X*} +(Told y'all!) +He's a superstar, yeahhh + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Superstar, blowin smoke at the hookah bar +The bullet wound on my neck is a Ruger scar +Pop bottles yo, but not just 'pagne +You drink Cristal? Well that's a damn shame +I down Ketel One, bottles of that Grey Goose +That white Hennessy, then I smash the booth +A real superstar, check out the booty y'all +Red and white green hair, that's Gucci pah +Look how the jacket matches loafers it's lookin crazy +Dutches pumped up, plus I live in Macy's +This is Theodore, they call me Starkalicious +Cause my tongue game, is a likkle vicious +I got stupid money, so I'mma keep payin +I keep the paparazzi, and the fans sayin + +[Hook] +He's a superstar, yeahhh +He's a super, super, super superstar {he is a superstar} +He's a super, super, super superstar {ohhhh, he is yeah} +He's a super, super, super superstar {oh yes he is a} +He's a superstarrrrr yeahhhh + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Mink coats, rock diamond wristlets +Bankroll so thick I don't need a wishlist +Chain swing down to my torn meniscus +Red carpet affair, superstar status +Wish Mike was here to tell you I'm the Baddest +Stalked by TMZ, wanted by Oprah +Followed everywhere from the Garden to the Copa +Take some more vanilla bean to the mocha +Toca, Tone be quick fast to poke ya +The Ace of Spade of the deck, use your choker +Glossy, always the center of attraction +And I bring Redman if it's "Time 4 Sum Aksion" +Grimy, consumed on the forest top ten of tree +Beast of the food chain that's how it's meant to be + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] +Award show skyscraper presence in your memories +Spotlight forever reflect on my accessories +Exotic with it 'til your vomit be the recipe +Movin forward ain't nothin at all ahead of me +Legendary remedy 'til it's medical, get it? +Magnetic and be the most incredible with it +More than legend but riddich, mosh pit lyrically +Godsent to the point see the cynical image +Be on the star source, travellin to Venus +Now you look at me as weird while I morph into a genius +Sometimes it's startlin the way that people see us +But the dickride be heavy and be weighin on my penis~! +Funny how the love be fake but I ain't stressin +Thankful for the love that's genuine appreciate the blessing +Rockstar livin while I'm handlin my biz +Shinin brighter than the sun y'all niggas KNOW JUST WHAT IT IS! + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Cherchez LaGhost (Remix)[Madam Majestic (Ghostface Killah)] +Tommy Mottola lives on the road +He lost his lady, two months ago +(For real son what?) +Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't +Oh wonder that love + +[Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] +Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me +No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty +Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all +Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? +Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose +Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope +Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) +And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) + +[Madam Majestic] +Schott Free and Sean C, very upset +They're sick and tired of living in debt +Tired of roaches and tired of rats +I know they are over + +[Ghostface Killah] +Brooklyn jumpin' - it's girls by the thousands +Heart-throb music - girls come out your blouses +Shakin' ya ass - it's Cherchez Laghost +She could hustle with a sick style - jump off the boat! +Everybody's in the song - no bad boys +Scene hot and muggy - you might end up in the wrong house +You hear the feelin' - snatch that boy +He a herb - catch him for a brand new toy + +[Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}] +They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby +(Get 'em girl, get 'em girl) +They'll love you one second, then hate you the next +Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah (So crazy, so crazy) +Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah +{Blow 'em down} +Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne +(Yeah, aha, true) +Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah +(Truly yours, peace boo) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Catch me on the stage with about ten kicks +Blister hard headed - grinnin' all day +Can you say "Oww! We just got paid" +Keep ya frown son if you ain't gettin' laid + +[Madam Majestic] +Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface +Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface *repeated to end* +Amore, amore, he rhymes, he rhymes, amore +Oh Tony, he rhymes, he rhymes, he rhymes +************************************************** +Slow Down[Hook: Chrisette Michele] +This life will fade away... (away) +So hard to appreciate... (appreciate) +Each moment, of each day +Life's quick, don't flip, move slow, ya rushing it +Oh... oh... oh... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Looking lavish, I lace all my bunnies with karats +Spending millions and make music, I pay for the clearance +Cuz tomorrow ain't promised and my bankroll's bursting +Connects with Aston Martin, I'll be that first in +That prototype truck, with the space navigation +Cost of living go up, I'm just go on vacation +Fresh oxygen tanks, got world reknowned surgeons +Plush robes made from suede and knitted by virgins +First breath of the day can be my last +So I flash, give my niggas some cash, I just pull out the stash +Buy a million dollar piece like I buy a pack of seeds +You buy OZ's of haze, I buy a forest full of trees + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Order that bottle of Louis the thirteenth and some Dom P +I got a bunch of chicks that love to get raunchy +See, Tone double-dipped and I nut like Flanders +Ask Tamia and Chevon, I got 'em both going bananas +Buying frosted bracelets, Louis Vuitton duffles +French vanilla ice cream and hot apple pie truffles +Fly Mika to Costa Rica, I got a crib on the beach +With underwater lights and surround sound speakers +Pet cheetahs, tiger sharks and dolphin feeders +Fly French maids, serving Grey Goose by the liters +Got Felecia and Taquesha, Crystal and Katie +Little Precious, picking my poppy seeds out in Haiti + +[Hook] + +[Hook: Christette Michele] +Slow down, slow down, slow down +Slow down, slow down, slow down +Slow down, slow down, slow down +Slow down, slow down, slow down +Slow down, slow down, slow down +Slow down.... slow down... +Life's quick, don't flip, move slow, ya rushing it + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah - over Hook + hook] +Slow it down, I need money though +YouknowI'msaying? This just, just what I do +On the streets, y'knahmean? +Babies need Pampers, man +YouknowI'msaying? I don't know +I think about it, I think about it, yanahImean? +My responsibilities, I've gotta focus more +You might be right though, you know +Maybe things'll start coming to me naturally, you feel me? +Starting praying more, youknowImean? Be with the family more +And, I might live longer, you feel me? +Word... you... just feel like you right, though +I don't know... I'mma take your advice though +************************************************** +Supa GFK[Intro: people whispering] +Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) +What did y'all discover? +Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) +It's a Superman lover... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet +And these fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost +Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast +Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast +Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back +Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat +That's not damn near the half of it +Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game and the flow's so accurate +Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable +Waste no time, breath, air on popping you +Put you on the guest list, go dance with death +The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left +See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in +You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggas lyin, friend +Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven +Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen +It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular +Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular +Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya +This is just weed money, the more, the merrier + +[Hook: singer] +They call me the Superman lover +Said, they call me the Superman lover +Yeah, plus I'm wrong... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets +Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex +Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet +To find my way back I gotta leave a trail of baguettes +My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill +Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube, now what's the deal? +Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr. Excitement +Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down License +Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning +I stay piping, hype just like Hype is +Bitches wanna see me and my rhinestone drawers +Call in sick at work, then they take off +For me, spread 'em out for Starky +My mouth makes music like Biz Markie +I get it in like any car key +My stroke is on, I'm never rusty +Uh-uh, but if you wanna play, this is what you gonna say +That I got the best D, he could hit it all day +Something like a rising star that's on Broadway +Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay + +[Hook] + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) +Oh shit, it's that Bally, it's that slick Bally +'88 material, little niggas don't know nothing about this though +Check it out y'all (look) come on (look) yeah, come on +(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look) +(You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch +Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets +Might show you the heat (look, flying straight past ya) + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) +Toney Starks Radio (something ain't wrong with me) +Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt +Toney Starks Radio right here +Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt +Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on +Wave ya hand in the air like this +Mami, wave ya hands in the air like this +Put 'em up if you trying to get rich +Put 'em up if you trying to get rich +Uh, that's right, get rich +Let's go, that's right, get rich +Ghostface, Ghostface... +Staten Island, New York, what's up +************************************************** +Pimpin’ Chipp[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, them niggas talking bout ya'll always want some lyrics, right? +Real lyrics, well here we go, I'mma tell you a little story +That's right, watch this shit, nigga, here we go, ya'll, your ass +Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh-huh +Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version + +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, needle was left hanging, in the arm of a pimp +He walk with a limp, had bitches on the payroll +He gave the seeds candy and his family was poor +Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door +The other macks ain't have jack on him, not even Goldie +Slowly, he would rise, kept his runners with the police +Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him +And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him +Big hats with gorgeous stones, honey designed the slacks +With two attempts on his bottom bitch, her name was Precious +Silky skin, priceless pussy, she took karate +Her bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich +You can smell her perfume on every street corner +A sexy muthafucka with the mean face on her +Precious, sported bulletproof dresses, defending caring sex +Thirteen smith, this boo that study her lessons +She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches, bitches is fortune slang +Control the south side, her name rings +Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion +Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion +Back at the pub, at the Alice spot, bumping the sounds of Curtis +Playing Live in the jukebox, this broad named Cookie +In the purse, fifty thou' in cash +Passed off to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers +Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy +Bitches never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's cabby +I'm a loyal bitch, and chicks can't stand me, pimps +They know I'm ill, that's why they never put hands on me +From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney +Frank War told me, C.C. get that money +My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot +Like Chinese mushrooms, wasabi with spicy lentils +The other day I brought a little gat, where I keep near my lower back +Cause these niggas don't know how to act +At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me +Bitch just get in the car, cuz I want you to swallow +I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow +He was quick, I spit the nut on his '74 wallos +He wanted to invite me to Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy' +He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro +(Nah, papi) Cuz I'm from New York +He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk +Cuz I'm Chipp's bitch, we dine and resort +Only nigga ever taught me, don't put swine on my fork + +[Outro: Christina] +And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi +This Cookie, I still got another tall Goose for you daddy +I'mma stick in the grave for you, baby +Fuck them other pimps, they ain't got shit on you, daddy +************************************************** +Street Chemistry[Ghostface] +Uh-huh.. yeah.. +Aiyyo, aiyyo big wearhousin shit +Cristal bottles, Agent 88 with the gold wrapper +Coat rack is no good with the dope classics +Master fantastic trips and we fuck crackers +Bark on bitches, spark out sisters dart for dart +Diamond heart, slammin El Dorado with the Benz parts +Yo Pah mark my words +The brand new album in stores now, murderin 'em! +Murderin the higher learnin, as of now I turn myself in +Retire, give my babies my entire earnings + +[Prodical Sunn] +State my name, on this Ghost track the grand classic graphic massive +Move with the real groove with the still active +Stay 'nique, play for keep, bubble under heat +Champagne spillin, Big Willin, dealin in these streets +Sex on the Beach, Sex and the City, slum gritty +Suck milk from the titties, ain't nuttin pretty +See it in your eyes, see it in your face, son you pussy +Step out of line one time get left mushy +Champion never run never ran never will +Bed-Stuy, East New York, Crown Heights, Brownsville + +[Trife] +Yo, don't get pumped up, cause over here you'll get lumped up +Badly bruised with your shit leakin all fucked up +I tell you what (what) we can settle the score +My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw +My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep +Run through your town, vacate the area +When shit start happenin, y'all'll start scatterin +Skatin across the bridges in the, county of Madison +I'm down for the get down, cause y'all ain't gon' spit rounds +Niggas be on the first thing smokin, tryin to skip town +Your door kicked down, red dot the lead pop +Hit the jackpot, in his shoebox, found the bread spot + +[Ghostface] +The Al-Dog is Cristal, you critters got issues +I play dumb while I dump my ashes out the windows +Like I never heard the info, Ghost you so glamorous +Word on the set is that I fuck up all cameras! {*echoes*} +************************************************** +Flex[Intro] +Yeah, nigga +I just wanna flex, son +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I just wanna flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex + +[Verse 1] +Ayy, yo, patty cake, patty cake, multiplying five pies +Mountains on the table, take a whiff, that's a line drive +Pullin' out cocaine biscuits, doin' drive-bys +Bitches buttnaked in the kitchen, shorty suck me dry +2 a.m. flights, elite jet, furry Louis seats +Alkaline bottles of Don, the whole crew eat +Flex ice water stones as long as baguettes +The new joint escalator piece, we flooded the steps +Baby blue passports, Hong Kong Task Force +Heard about the murder regime, made Ghost style mask for us +Bitches with tongue rings fresh out the geisha house +Did everything to these hoes but never ate them out +Niggas can't say shit, it's gold in my bank account +The foul play and the accolades is what my gang about +The knots, big faces falling out my Gucci sweats +TECs, vests, motherfuck, I'm daring you to... + +[Chorus] +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, uh, come here, brother +Have you ever seen rare Wallas with an Air Max bubble? +And a steel that come with the grip with the beam this color? +Tomato dot'll cover the opps, if not, I'll cut you +Forbes, got young bitches blowin' my cover +He's the black Tom Selleck, I've been dyin' to fuck you +Them Caribbean seminars, he flashy like menopause +Bet you get hit with the best shot like Pat Benatar +The Oscar winner, his collar is knitted with linen +His jeans, you can consider it illiterate denim +Fish tank so big even the babies can swim in +Rockin' the toddler, four finger lacin', ridiculous gems in 'em +Benjamins stuck together like boxes of Entenmann's +Been in the vault since '88 with the tape of Rakim and them +I got that music ear +I can't leave a chick crib without them tryin' to keep me as a souvenir + +[Chorus] +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna +Flex, headed for success +I just bought a passport, Benny and the Jets +I just got a bag though, runnin' up a check +'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna flex +************************************************** +I Love You For All Seasons[Instrumental] +************************************************** +Street Bullies[Intro: Sheek Louch] +Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? +What it do family? + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word +Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves +We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees +Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies + +[Shawn Wigs] +We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz +And I'm infatuated with money like Mr.Krabs +Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like Grimace +Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace +Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political +Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital +It's a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals +Millionaires open doors, split them residuals +And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans +Steady blowin cream by the stack +I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink +And have a ho butt-naked washed up by the sink +Blowin stink, and I don't see grass on the field +So I'mma tear ass on that field +The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades +Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade + +[Hook] + +[Sheek Louch] +Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day +You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please come out and play +They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's +I'm comin where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey! +Motherfucker what'chu lookin at? The crook's back +Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggas let it clap +Half these niggas ride out, Harlem niggas keep it real +Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little hideout +{?}, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee +M6, no top on it, toupee +Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray +Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit +Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick +Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked +Street bullies blastin, you ain't gotta ask it +Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket + +[Hook] + +[Sun God] +Can I, kick it? Yes you can +Can I, kick it? Yes you can +Can I, kick it? Yes you can +Well I'm gone - are you gonna miss me when I leave? +Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve +Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez +See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggas need green +We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams +Came a long way, don't fuck that bread up in between +Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock +It's more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off +Like his name dropped, that's when that thang pop +Y'all niggas thought once too much, that's why your brain stopped +Lock and load both of them 40's I make the place hot +You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops +Out the window here's another bomb let that bass drop + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Paisley Darts[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo + +[Ghostface Killah] +Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores +Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws +They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up +Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up +Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet +Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech +With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rockstars +Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars +And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D +My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds +I'mma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee +You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese +Life's a B, Bentley and big bills +Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls +Karate, black belt and I bring booze +To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue + +[Raekwon] +We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest +Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour +From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love +The Cuban Link niggas is the realest +My wallet walk, speak to niggas, cops, judges +We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas +Based on money, dummies'll die +It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy +Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools +And fuck my shit up, and I'mma just lose +Paid a lot of paper to live here +American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear +You know what time it is, crime it is +No matter what rhyme it is +We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question) +Based on a general's fist of fury +Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry + +[Sun God] +Let me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides +Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five +Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret +Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck +Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest +If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less +Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing +In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing +Known for drug dealing, stack thousands +Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses +At any time I could move up out this +And go and cop some shit up in the moutains + +[Trife Da God] +Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce +Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth +I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady +I'm the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy +I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, mac palmer +Call me Arab Diesel cuz I'm a track bomber +Roger that, my niggas ain't got it cracked +All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottlecaps +While you on the block getting indicted +We island hopping, globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United +There's a party over here and everybody's invited +The headliners is Theodore and everybody's excited + +[Method Man] +Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block +The task force coming, I got crack in my sock +White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot +Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops +It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6-Ooh +Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too +Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude +And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes +Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living +That's a given, like football players love white women +White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em +Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit... + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (Cappadonna) +Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back) +Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack +So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it black) +(Slap you with the almanac) Where actual facts is sold as facts + +[Cappadonna] +We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones +Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone +We grinding, y'all niggas know what we do +We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too +Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub +Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool +Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney +We don't fuck with fake contracts and niggas that's phony +Trying to get this money, right homey +And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the domepiece +Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece +Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef + +{*skit of Ghostface and co. speaking during concert follows*} +************************************************** +Kunta Fly Shit[Ghostface Killah] +Yo Lord did you peep that +That nigga pussy, that's why I'm gon' eat that +Live and direct, five Tec's, med hat +Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga coz he UFO +Patiently press upon him +Ask him, "who you know? where you from? +What's up Duke?" Watch how you pop ya gum +Empty ya pockets'fore the cops come +When I bus take off past the light that ass better Run +An' don't look back (no), hide if you have to +Dollar vans, just Run into boats if he have to +Even got a .38, don't give me no hastle +When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's +Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice +So Run little doggy, wolves is comin' +Tell him London, he get done in +Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion +************************************************** +Waffles And Ice Cream[Intro] +Ma, Ma +Throw down some money +The ice cream man is coming + +[Verse 1] +Yo, Shaolin's finest +What up, Boo? Peace your highness +Let's rewind this +Both get naked and kill the shyness +Wu Tang's timeless, blow out your sinus +Sweet talk that ass into bed, kill 'em with kindness +I'm thinking we should fuck again +Get back to the sucking and +Freak shit, all on the road we keep truckin' in +Bottle of rose, double G's on the sneaker +Let me slide in, love, I got respect like Aretha + +[Interlude] +Ice cream +Ice cream + +[Chorus] +Watch these rap dudes slide all up in your texts +French vanilla, butter pecan, we complex +Even caramel sundaes, they gon' flex +Scooped in the ice cream truck, let's have sex + +[Verse 2] +My tenderoni, she was young when I first wet her +Lil' niggas from the hood used to upset her +I'm from the era of blowing kisses and love letters +Big wheels and skates, now I'm skating on big wheels +Lovin' my honey buns and I'm givin' 'em big thrills +We build and destroy, it's different how shit feel +When them boys turn to men, dick shit get real +Look at my shorty and get clapped with the steel +Hit with the Jason +These save-a-ho niggas is fuck facin' +Lard niggas, pure bacon +Doo-doo head, fed nigga think he down with my clique clique +Homicide housing, sometimes I fuck me a quick bitch +It's the goony hillbilly drip +Hashtag Ruck Juice +And we don't give a fuck about none of y'all, fuck you +The odd couple all night +Fuckin' honeys on sight +Chick like to sing on my dick just like a long mic + +[Interlude] +Ice cream +Ice cream + +[Verse 3] +Yo, yo, your honey dip, summertime, fine jewelry drippin' +It's been a minute, let your boy get back up in it +No fake digits, no ex, to the next, let's text +Meet up at the spot and have sex +Low specs, big jewels hangin' off the Cuban +Wrist iced up, the hotel room is boomin' +Boozin', buttnaked in the jacuzz', we coolin' + +[Interlude] +Ice cream + +[Chorus] +Watch these rap dudes slide all up in your texts +French vanilla, butter pecan, we complex +Even caramel sundaes, they gon' flex +And scooped in the ice cream truck, let's have sex +************************************************** +Ice (Interlude)Yo... +One, two +....yo! + +Aye yo he said I had fly ankles +Plus my bangles was star-studded out. Ice cut it out! +Every time we attend somewhere, you act real terribly +You shit on niggas too much, you start to worry me +You switch up, last week you burned a old lady's retina +I thought them thick Coke bottle jammies might protect her +But it didn't Pah, the lady's blind and it's all your fault +It went down to jury court and you walked +On stage you fuck with nigga's faces, glaciers +Hittin' off with Cristal bottles, bing wind up in the basement +Very expensive championship +Chipped rocks stone for his wedding day, bitches give you props +Look you tied a knot, understand you hot; you got my man popped +In the most famous era, like when "Paid in Full" dropped +Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the coupe +Them days, the black and red MJ's, I was loose! +************************************************** +Pistol Smoke[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yeah + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +You  can get clapped in the deadly hall +Where  the killers skate off in the clean G Wagen, all gray +Chain swingin', the god-gods was tried for 'meanors +Gucci, last thing they seen hittin' the cement +The  fuck y'all standing around for? +Watch  my reels, I make scripts off strips like, "Hold on, strip" +I don't care what he say, how many guns he got +Just  ask your mans about my flicks +Movies, gruesome, bombs, we boofed it +Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true shit +A click, two sticks, it'll cost you, baby +That's  two pin joints if I lost you, baby +Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar +Tie hands together with the aux, go scar for scar +Go 'head and act up, injuries gon' add up +Walkin' out the ER like a mummy, all wrapped up +Come on board, shooters, we hirin' +Scarface bald head niggas, we admire them +Rumor has it a lot of frauds got flaws on 'em +See a lot of Madea in niggas, wrong drawers on 'em + +[Chorus: Solomon Childs] +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr) +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I held 'em up like a pair of crutches +Had 'em all in a jam like I ran with Smuckers +Cops, sirens, paparazzis over hot bodies +Headshots in the Maserati +Don't wrap that nigga, no Polo sheets +Keep it discrete, I told that nigga he'd be dead in a week +His bitch told me where he rest, where he keep his cheese +He got a stashbox in the wheel in both his V's +I got forty-seven cocaine connects out in Monaco +Top of the line, these coke chefs made the honor roll +And that's the reason I don't fuck with faggots +Twenty-one guns that go savage +Seventy nuns that tote smoke in the old baggage +Whatever I see, I grab it +You get the message like it's all in a tablet +You straight bitch like Tiff Haddish +Hustle grands like Tip Harris +The whole hood drop like a miscarriage + +[Chorus: Solomon Childs] +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right) +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr) +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +Many legs I broke, many necks I choked +And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke +************************************************** +I Think I Saw a Ghost[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Let's get this money, yeah nigga +Uh, shit is rockstar shit +Radiohead and all them niggas with all them fly names +Yeah, Green Day, Van Halen, Metallica shit +Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, hey yo +Wallos is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill +Black Gotti's dice em off in the grill +Party and bullshit, the gun got a full clip +Stop running your trap, you get yapped for that loose lip +Triple Goose look like an OJ glove +And them Gucci seats in the jet is nothing but love +Push come to shove +I'ma burn an half of ounce in the skylark +Ice cold Dos Equis, I don't fuck with the landshark +AMG [?] with the glass steering wheel +Petrified wood dash and the crystal windshield +White tire gold diamond flakes in the paint job +Shit's so sexy, when you look, you get your dick hard +Impeccable, I'm more than intellectual +Dart throwin' don that'll stir fry your vegetable +Tone Tana'll merk your grandmaw +For them dead presidents +You should never bite the hand paw + +[Chorus: Reignwolf] +I think I saw a ghost +Walking up and down the road +Going coast to coast +It won't stop until the lights turn off +Hanging on to memories +Well here you go, it's bad for me +I think I saw a ghost +I think I saw a ghost + +[Verse 2: Vic Spencer] +And that's the word to my mother +I love the motherfucking game, I like my bird to be smothered +Apple juice Beamer at Costco's +Rock and roll shit still make you do the wop though +Leather pyjamas, the house shoes off white +If I wanna win the finals then I gotta call Mike +Floor seats, smoking on purple punch +The other funds stuffed in the safe way up at Oregon +Time for me to shit on the rap game +Range Rove cruise on train tracks in the rain +Face twisted when I'm cracking your frame +Gates missing when I lap on a plane +I may fracture your brain +Your girl's swimming, I still feel her wet weight +It's a drywall but the cactus remain +Vic Spencer now chilling at the function +This shit's so exclusive big Ghost ain't see it coming +Ayo Starks, man, give me some blue and green Wallies + +[Chorus: Reignwolf] +I think I saw a ghost +Walking up and down the road +Going coast to coast +It won't stop until the lights turn off +Hanging on to memories +Well here you go, it's bad for me +I think I saw a ghost +I think I saw a ghost + +[Verse 3: Sheek Louch] +Fiends they come out at dark +Rockstar like Linkin Park +Guns we gon' let 'em spark +Two tone like Ghost Clarks +Hoodie on like we stealing +Crowd look like Van Halen +Mixed with Public Enemy +Bus loads of chicks trailin' +White boys'll ride for me +Black boys that die for me +Only keep it gangsta so the fuck boys they hide from me +Too big to stage dive +Too rich to drink and drive +But I still do it, how the fuck am I still alive? +Rap on this dope guitar +Lights on like it's the law +Blue face, it's blue face the safe look like Avatar +Got bread for any car +Could buy out any bar +And I stand tall like Bruce and Abdul-Jabbar +Lyrically another level +Deep get another shovel +It's hard to hate on the god, so get another devil +Yeah, weed and liquor in my cup +Still middle fingers up +Wu-Block + +[Chorus: Reignwolf] +I think I saw a ghost +Walking up and down the road +Going coast to coast +It won't stop until the lights turn off +Hanging on to memories +Well here you go, it's bad for me +I think I saw a ghost +I think I saw a ghost + +[Outro: Reignwolf] +************************************************** +Toney Sigel (The Barrel Brothers) (Remix)[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood +I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods +Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots +Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch +The narcotics is far from garbage +Whether it's cold or it's late August +My shit is fresh cuz I catch the harvest +My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes +Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping +You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard shift +Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff +My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R. fifth +And we barred from plenty of parties cuz we start shit +Parole hoes, six months in the box +My little sister got her head shaved off +She made it home from shop +We selling cartons, Pampers, Similac formula +Anything it take because the paper keep calling ya +Gangstas keep balling for sure, we want more +We make it rain from the tech and wop +The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough cups for us +To slow us up, they hit us with dust +Then they rush, bust, my big man Ron'll break the cuffs +Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up +They say that my projects shall undergo therapy +We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B + +[Styles P] +The ill rap niggas that kill +Destroy shit but they able to build +Come fuck with the real +Coward, better play your part +This shit'll lace yo' heart +Get hit with a Ghostface dart +And you better live this shit to fullest +Or be ready to pull it +Or be hit with a B. Sig' bullet +The ill rap niggas that kill +Destroy shit but they able to build +Come fuck with the real + +[Beanie Sigel] +It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face +My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase +My knifework like a guillotine sword cutting +Niggas stop fronting for my Killa Beez swarm something +Bzzz, empty out the whole clip then reload +Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke stove +Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit +The casket, the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit +I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime +Just imagine what I do for a quarter +Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar +Pop a nigga right in front of his mama +Son a nigga right in front of his daughter +And I'm nothing like the father +He couldn't come from these nuts I got +Or see Baltimore suck this cock +I know most of y'all wouldn't understand +Get it... get it... understand +Yeah, some niggas will, and some niggas won't +Like some niggas kill, and some niggas don't +You'se a fake until you make it type of nigga +I'm a straight up take it type of nigga +Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type of nigga +I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is fags +Put the guard on punks, push the broom up they ass +Or the knife like American meat +American Sig', it's Muslim, so I ain't feeling Bush overseas +I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther +So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me out the track +Like cancer +I can't stop, won't stop, this how we do it from Philly to Shaolin +All my niggas swap in (Yeah nigga) + +[Solomon Childs] +Guns imported from Dubai, wheelchairs and shitbags +Peach Snapples and pretty scapals +Renaissance, I'll stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel +Or blow a nigga for a box of Huggies +Cop killas with a box of dummies +Gummies, stuck to the project floors +Niggas is suited up and we ready for war +************************************************** +The Champ (Remix)[Intro] +"Just Blaze!" + +[Verse 1] +Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone +Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home +Trailblazer stay ballin with vengeance,my arts +Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy +Wondering, how did y'all niggas get past me +I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty +My Wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I sent 'em up +My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up +10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up +Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what +Ya'll staring at the angel of death +Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh +This is architect music, verbal street opera +Pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed +I ran through The Tunnel, terrrorized Speed +That's when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D + +[Verse 2] +I'mma go hard on ya'll niggas +Dart ya'll niggas out, dropping science +To let y'all know what the kid about +I hang like the disco ball, on the floor +I'm like John Travolta, suade blazing with my chest showing +Rings and them hard jeans, please, I'm comfy in the spot +So I'm never handcuffing my queen +It's a Theodore movement, Glock-holding kids +With the chocolate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors +Leave your chick around me, I'll get those bloomers +Bang that like Desi Arness, with the cowskin cougars +Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit +Punk muthafucker, I get you blamped, word life, my throat is high +See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on +Cleaning his glass arm + +[Verse 3] +Yo, who wanna battle the Don? +I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors (yeah) +Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm +I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on +Took a fat nigga out in like forty seconds +My gun get hard (uh!) wit a forty-five still erection +Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco +Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo +Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me +Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy +When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite +Or get you bumped off from the inside +Jaws is hanging +Frauds is left in their drawers on the floor complaining +Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Wayans +Stay in your place dirt born rappers get shadow boxed for training +Ya'll still eatin bacon + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah nigga, that's right +You know you messing with a dart master right now, yo + +[Verse 4] +Yo, I done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) +Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut) +And broke a few nose bones, yo, let off a round or two +At certain dudes where they dropped they phones +Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail +For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it and bailed +They left my fingers for dead, told 'em +"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" +Now hold you down when you be squeezing that lead +Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's +Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' +A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, Wallo's with the gold tassels +Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle +And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out +Poofed the nails off, y'all faggots can figure the price out +It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco +Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! + +[Verse 5] +I'm like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table (uh!) +Half a mil' on my left ankle +Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable +Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you +My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rollin' +Prestige is cut to a T-spark when weed went up +The cocoa leaf is slightly damp +Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Duke's tomato plants +And jets get charted, marquee shit with the cars on it +The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit +Back East I'm a MC king since Cuban +Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof, and Supreme +Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans +My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green +IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots, rap belts belongin' to D.C +************************************************** +Street Opera[Intro: Sun God] +Sun God... get 'em, official... + +[Sun God] +I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs +Squad leader call, they moving up on us +But them g's on the corners, move when I move +That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons pull a gun on em +Think it's weak and trying to creep or run up on us +Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order +Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters +Cuz change is money, you float funny when you surf in the water +I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border +I love my life, I live it twice, cuz it's up to me sorta +You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter +That really love me, for the shit that I taught her +Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king +I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in +Usher got the universe Confession, pardon your dame +I'm new to the game, but true to my lesson + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Jeans, hoods, guns, crack + +[Ghostface Killah] +Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake +And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate +Intruders is strapped with rugers with daggers in they jeans +We two zooted like we comin down off woolers +And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas +With true talent, like my name is T.O +So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know i keep them Visine bottles +Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go +The project steps is ajaxed down +Dried blood maintenance men with the scrub brush +Scrapin the ground +Diapers baby rattles and broke lighters +I led many horses to water just to see if they like it +Taste my Betty Crock, ready rock, bet he cop now +News flash my nigga rotten L laid a cop down +Any of ya'll niggas want beef I will stop clowns +I got a bat, ox, fifth, now how the Glock sound? + +[Hook] + +(Ghostface Killah) (Sun God) +Ay yo what up SG +Ay yo whats poppin my nigga +I'm just oilin the toolies +Excercisin my trigger +Finger I got the biggest bangers +Yeah I got a crispy stainless +Your mans ain't fuckin those hoes +They just a bunch of gators +Them head shots neck shots probably blow they brains in +I'm so close to the edge pushin they fuckin face in +I bet you now them motherfuckas really stop complainin +No hesitation my reputation will leave em chainless +We go hard like the narcs when we start invadin +I cop the license and registration and cock it aimin +It's all entertainment and all my niggas made it +We hard body like Wutang and Iron Maiden +I keep the iron blazin hands hurt like a bitch when she puttin braids in +I think its so amazing +We ran trains for hours up in the Days Inn +Hoodrats in crack motels receive nathan + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +*Sounds of crunching and eating* +Yeah, good... +************************************************** +Stay[Intro: sample (Ghostace Killah)] +Stay, a little longer (come here, ma, stay for a little while) +(I know you gotta go home soon, but) +I know you have to go home to him (time just flies everytime I get with you) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, boo, I want you to say, fall back +Put your slippers on, have a seat, give me your leg +I got the baby oil warmed up, Dreamgirls DVD +Stagger Lee swine, could you stay mine, pretty please? +I"m begging you, girl, but time fly since 2 o'clock, boom +I turn around it's like 12 on the dot +What am I to do? Your steeze got a live nigga wanting you +Around the way girl, that's why I don't mind sporting you + +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah) +Someone who loves you, only half as much as I do +(He don't love you, he don't love like I love you, boo) +(He's not even close) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, he don't really love you like I do +Kiss your feet, make love to you, like I do +Wake you up, in the night tank and surprise you +Cross my heart, swear, put my hand on the bible +I'm not a cold blooded killa, baby, I cry too +The best thing for me is when I'm laying beside you +Turn you over, open up, get up inside you +He a woman beater, no doubt, and he lies too + +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Stay, a little longer (please, baby, just one last time) +I know you have to go home to him (I know you got to bring it out, though) + +[Ghostface Killah] +When you leave I get aggy, I don't know how to act +The reality settle with a punch and a smack +When I know that you with him, you ain't calling me back +It be that thing down there, that got me way off track + +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Someone, who loves you (I'm telling you) +(His heart ain't even nowhere near it as mines be) +Only half as much as I do (come on, trust me on this) + +[Ghostface Killah] +If it's like that, fuck that nigga, he a clown +He don't know what he got, let that bastard suffer +I sent you roses, Donna Karen bags from Paris +He can't match my one, son, he'll be embarrased + +[Interlude: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Stay, a little longer (all I wanna do is take you out tonight) +(Go to clubs thats popping) +I know you have to go home to him (come on, let's go get our one-two +On, come on) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, baby, don't leave, cuz the club is popping +We got grandma yay, plus the tunes is knocking +On the dance floor, I'm sweating my ass off +Imagining us in deep lust, how you look with your pants off +My one-two step, your dress is so spun +And your neck smell good, look cute when you chewing your gum and +From the womb to the tomb, you're blessed with a killa walk +You don't have to give me none, it's ight, we'll talk + +[Outro: sample] +Someone who loves you +Only half as much as I do +************************************************** +Charlie Brown[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, hand me my surfboard, I'mma surf on these niggas real quick +You know what I mean, show these niggas out +See whose real and see whose fake +Youknowhatimean, it just seem like you niggas float on water +Check this style out... I've never used this shit before (yo, yo) + +[Ghostface Killah] +I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12, medium +Shy top wallies on, straight from England +I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leaning +Fuck ya star pussies for real, ya'll just dreaming +Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain +What up, stand the fuck up, pull ya cup out for change +Now who wanna step through my backyard? +When this go double platinum I'mma flash hard, like +Oh boy, Toney's the Don, know +With so much paper, call me Enron, so +My peeps blow, check my peacoat +She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those +Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow +Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats +Dirty mouth niggas, may ya'll eat soap +Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast + +[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] +Hey hey, what you say? +This is real hip hop on the line today +It's worth more than any label, on what they pay +I'm here to save hip hop, cuz it's dying away, come on + +[Ghostface Killah] +Fiber optic, microscopic +Bulletproof. Yo, I'm glad you copped it +Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite +Hov' gon' keep on top of it +I'm real positive, my prerogative +Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids +Go broke, I'mma fucking rob ya crib +And I'mma kill him if I get on top of him +With crazy hammers, nothing but grown man taste +With bandanas, right in front of cameras +Parents planning, feel the cannon +Tanning yogurt niggas, like Dannon +Stretch, yes, I go to war with a banged up vest +Teflon, that was made by Guess +Even my girl got a bulletproof dress +J.Lo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp +Diego, Killah wave-oh, Play-Doh fifth +They ain't no, nigga like Ghost, play those chips +We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks +From yae yo bricks to Adolf spits, we paid off it +The Wally Don, done ate off it +Throwing stones at a glass house, front and get mashed out +My gun turn heads, like bitches with they ass out + +[Chorus 2X] + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, uh-huh, nigga, ya'll like that shit huh, youknowhatimean +This is real hip hop and shit, youknowhatimean +This is a huh, I'm a true MC, ya'll niggas know how I get down +Ain't none of that commercial shit, youknowhatimean +I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95 +'88, '86 era, of real hip hop and shit +You know what I mean, word up, it's the great Ghost Deini, nigga +I got too many styles, I juggle this shit +Ya'll little niggas out there need to take heed +************************************************** +Block Rock[Intro: scratched up samples] +"You out there, on now" +"Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb" +"Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying" +"It's the hardcore" +"Set it off, rusty, low down" +"Following me, it be the God" +"Whatever, whatever" +"God all" +"All New York, ight" + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle +Brolic arm, check out the ankle +Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup +You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, you can make it slush +On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us +Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back +Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that +Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback +Same place you front's where you get laid at +Strong arm a nigga for real, we eat ya food +Like dog, muthafucka, in replace of a meal +Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes +Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes +Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab +Don't matter what size the bill is +We don't need your support, wack speech your thought +Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off +The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain +Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +From Broad Street down to Milledge +You fucking with experienced killas +Mean wolves, silver back gorillas +Them Theodore kids' gorillas +You fucking with experienced killas +Silver back gorillas + +[Ghostface Killah] +The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex +The street is never at peace when I palm a tech +My enemies is subdued, I'm a black belt +The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul +Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes +Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full +Cuz, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup +I top that shit, and ice my nuts +See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks +At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block +Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God +And still pull up in the hooped out rented car +With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood bully out +Take his gun and pee on him +The magazines can't develop my flicks +The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips +Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of weed stanking +Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings +Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan +In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Rec-Room Therapy[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +A'ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit +You know'm sayin'? Niggas wasn't out in the streets back then +When was doing this shit son, you know what I mean? +Yeah, check the story + +[Ghostface Killah] +I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets +You could of found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it +Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen +Tapping pockets on the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding +I know, niggas with crack viles stuck to they colon +The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomachs is swollen +That just, life in the hood, ceramic glass, who we bag in our stash +The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass +We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager huh +We rap renegades, must stay paid + +[Hook: Raekwon] + (Ghostface Killah) +Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money) +Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths +The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling +Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick +Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax +They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back +To smoke these rap niggas, honey, I'mma need a match +To bust the game wide open, I'mma need an ax +I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus +Keep it hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch +Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras +A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like elastic, nigga +My raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage +Jay Cutler on dust, when I blam shit + +[Hook] + +[Raekwon] +Yo, we been bagging since 18, kid, Polo rugs on with gloves on +Rented cars, fronting on winning broads +Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days +Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves +Benetton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping +Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play +Spray something down if the team say +It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's +Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds +All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings +Whatever homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt +A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me +Plus four other ill gangstas, we all anxious +To blow up your block and spank shit + +[Hook] + +[U-God] +Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em +I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds +I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd +Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds +I'm not a rat, I'm spellbound, I melt down +Your G-Force, with heat walks +Free falling to a bed of money, bet he's hungry +Spread the honey, big head inside the Humvee +Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my Dungarees +And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut +Bitch, don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck +I'm hard like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather +Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's feather +Whatever, whatever, he cried in the Benz +Tennis players get fried, playing both sides of the ends +Keep your eyes on your friends, cuz they spy for the feds +Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties with the dreads + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Party Over Here[Intro] +Haha, yeah +Tony Stark, nigga +I ain't going nowhere (Yeah) +Y'all feel me? +We about to finish this al', dawg (Uh-huh) +Tell 'em, Tone Tone (It's the beginning) +Yo, yo, yo +Yo + +[Verse 1] +The old lady said the shooter was 5'6" +And she don't know how he got away with five of them bricks +Across the street, a group of men held nine sticks +Those is choppers being sprayed, and all of em' missed, uh +Lil' bro got away with it +He promised me four of them joints if I stayed with him, uh +What the fuck y'all think? +I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink? +Nah, I'm a gangster, besides getting paper +I move my pawns, fuck around and get rook +Besides that, any jux session +Deny me for any stones in your skin, you get cooked +Haha, blood spillin' like lava +Face on the hot concrete, no agua +Nasty killer with horror +You wasn't even the main entree, how's that for a starter? + +[Chorus] +(Party over here) +I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready +(Party over here) +Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy +(Party over here) +More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip +(Party over here) +Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it + +[Verse 2] +Bottle after bottle, Remy dark, Goose, Moscato +Threw the club into gear full throttle +Players on one side, killers on the other +Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded +Sweating through my silk, real life, I might tuck it +Mad hoes, got 'em on the string like a puppet +Party over here, lil' niggas stepped on my kicks without sayin' pardon over here +Two of my goons seen it, followed him over there +Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear +Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere +Pat Riley on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here" +Nickel-plated bulldogs, 12-inch Rugers and long leathers +To pluck any bird nigga feather +Staten Island, we get ours regardless +Don't forget, we do the pressin', y'all just press charges + +[Chorus] +(Party over here) +I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready +(Party over here) +Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy +(Party over here) +More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip +(Party over here) +Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it +************************************************** +Saigon Velour (Single Version)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Okay, yeah, yo yo +Son I walk down the block like it's '76 +Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks +And my chain's like 80 pounds of frozen ice +I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice +Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt +I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport +An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos +Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles +Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel +Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel +In the stash house owned by El Patrón +Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones +Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco +But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 2: LA The Darkman] +Well I'm black as an onyx, (?) and demonic +Little (?) go in your mouth, Orthodontics +Globally iconic +Dr. Dre, The Chronic +My new company, Wu-Electronics +Scientifcally smart, technology art +(?) Jackson and Tony Stark's undeniable thoughts +Avoidin' unmarks +FBI, DEA, all government sharks +All around the nation they see my demonstration +Four-Four revolver, no shell casings +Send you to a coroner, a murderer's formula +My feet up for weeks, Miami Beach, Florida +Sign of success, trust the process +Women with they feet in my sand, topless +Darkman's a monster, yeah, Lochness +Nothin' in the mother fuckin' word could stop this +I'm a ski-mask professional always after that decimal +Shoot you in your head, if you live, you'll be a vegetable + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] +Original, a lot of style, boom-pow +Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow +Way up in the cloud +Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how +To maintain and sustain as I crush game +Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane +Plush game, lavish livin' +Bust on the pigs with bad intentions +Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc +The homie said 9-1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!) +And I believe that so I protect and serve +Every nigga on the block, that's my word +Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin' +Listen to the sounds of the sirens +I'm a O.G. nigga on a mission +Beans don't burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 4: E-40] +Guard at the gate, live in a mansion +Rap career longer than an extension +Still hold it in court +Got my wine in the World Report +Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY? +If it ain't now, it will be +Grew up on purple, went from humble +Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble +In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double +Pot in the kitchen at all times +I'm a boss, still write my own rhymes +Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper +Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor +Been a fixture, I don't think it's many left +Been the shit like your baby mama breath +Been in it for a while, been a threat +Custom houses and cars is how I'm livin' + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +************************************************** +Staten Island Murder Goons[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, testing one-two, one-two +Testing, one-two, yeah, one-two + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +I've lived the life of Sonny Carson +Favorite slacks was the baby blue knitted sharkskins +Custom made like the ace of spade +Switching robes when I leave the forum +In the sleeve is a classic date +Russian cut, mustard handle, bout the same size +Of little tight Shawn with his Nikes on, still blamp you +Vamp you, throwing homo's out they sandals +Leave your brain all chunky like I'm advertising soup from Campbell's +Bowl legged old man give me props, all I do is buy 'em a bottle +Hit 'em off, like "peace, pops!", Fishscale got the streets hot +All you gotta do is go on the road, with Dipset, Rae & D-Block +And that's how we take New York back (yeah) +Flex and the Pitbulls, Heavy Hitters, Kay Slay, Absolut +Camillo, Lantern, load the wax up, cock and shoot +Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy, next, Staten be the scoop + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke +Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do +Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you +Staten Island murder goons, cousin, we'll scratch you + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, heard some of ya'll singing like Lou Rawls +Try to fuck me, you gon' suffer from blue balls +Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ +You period niggas be spotting with bad cramps +Intestines looking like chitlings +All we need is hot sauce, my pork eaters, go and get rid of 'em +Kites and death threats, ya'll keep sending 'em +For every dart you throw, my last one's killing 'em +Like cancer patients, in the process, losing they hair +You'll be fighting for life, scratching and gagging +Panicking, gasping for air, suffocating from no-wind syndrome +Like somebody cut the neck of a deer +It's algebra in the third, Alfa Alfa with the gun to the rascal +Jessica Alba is one of my birds +Plus AlcaSeltzer's blowing up bursts +Out to melt you brain cells like Alien herb + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke +Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do +Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you +Staten Island murder goons, cousin, we'll scratch you + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Get lost in my hood, it's like you lost in El Mira +You might get poked up, smoked up, throat cut +Rocking them little fly chains, get yoked up +Ya'll Boar's Head niggas, ya'll just cold cuts +Victims of night time street horror, going home with casualties +The twelve gauge blew a path in your knee +That's what happens in war, when the high heaters don't eat +We creep, our stomach growls loud, so we don't sleep, tote heat +Won't speak, (we them), we them grill niggas, we smoke beef + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke +Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do +Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you +Staten Island murder goons, cousin, we'll scratch you +************************************************** +Starkology[Ghostface Killah] +Yo... yo +Y'all respect my tour bus +We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us! +Wildin, bustin big bags of Ruffles +Show money, rubber band'd up in the duffle +With dirtbomb niggas that steal cake from stores +Boostin niggas that pop tags in the mall +True spot hoggers, used a few stockings +Niggas hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin +I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify +The way a gruesome murder been televised? +Stupid! My name still ring in the streets though +Eighty-six, used to slip crack through the peephole +Biscuit like vaseline if I was a crook +In rap I'm past the cream, brand more lean +If you niggas complain of sore throats +Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got scratched +They suckin on Halls yo + +Yeah, yo +Yo this verse is like leavin the gas on +Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on +By any means, a cheddar king +Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green +Word to my mother I air y'all niggas out +Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth +("Shout, shout, I'm talking to you, c'mon!") +Go 'head and try me, you know you a bird +You could be on +Gangland+ wit'cha face all blurred +Skull deaded up slumped over the curb +Just watch next time how you write your words +Leave you hangin like your last name +Or a old man's nuts that sag with no shame +Payback's a bitch; yeah I smash y'all berries +'fore they find you dead in your +Little House on the Prairie+ + +Yo, I can do this on crutches black with no legs +Both arms in a sling, push me on stage +Style still linger in the air like Glade +Girls my early 20's I used to run trains +Chill I got next, go behind Dirt +Sometimes I had to chill instead get neck +Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh +'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef +Blowed y'all cream never throw dollar bills up +You know we window baggin that krillz up +Fingertips hurt puttin that work in +Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens +New rappers need to skip town +This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around +Icon tellin y'all now +Be out before dawn 'fore shit get wild~! +************************************************** +Blue Armor[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-huh + +[Ghostface Killah] +Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military +Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day +Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word +I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head +Get your top rocked, way across state +The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight +Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake +When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they backside flake +I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape +And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates +Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks +Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes +Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way +Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she +Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla +Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though" + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] +Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) +Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! + +[Sheek Louch] +Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat +The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat +I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent scars +Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours +I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates +I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late +I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed +It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed +Forgetting bail, piss test failed +Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us +I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? +I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets +Like in Back to the Future, when the car left +Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me +Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me +Het wet ya, and throw the stocking +On his face, like when he first met cha + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose +I had my road dogs follow your troops +Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew +With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu +Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school +Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move +Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot +My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics +Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags +Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch +Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat +The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef +From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers +My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage +I wash my money in Woolite, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers +Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy +************************************************** +Soursop[Chorus] +When I was just +Give  me light, light, light the way +Light  the way, give me light, give me light +Give me light, light, light, light +Light, light, light, light +Light,  light, light +Can  you light? +Can you light? Light, light the way +Light  the way, give me light, give me light +Give me light, light, light, light +Light, light, light, light +Light, light, light +Can  you light? + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, yo +Bloodclaat, bust my gun like a rude boy +No Love & Hip Hop, bad attitude, boy +Jamaican Clarks, sippin' Guinness on the hot sand +Sun splash, I'm on after Elephant Man +My posse paddle through the Cayman in a small canoe +Chewin' on chew sticks, blowin' on ganja root +Fonto leaf, Irish moss, soursop +Big nets catchin' monk fish, spice for the crockpot +The powder is wrapped, lookin' like baby roadies +Machine gun mask on, lookin' like a bunch of goalies +The half a foot dread, the whole land call him Toby +He got a team of red beam that'll lean the police +Christoper Coke, the pistol'll smoke gutters +We out in Kingston grooming the dirt for the butters +Sharpened machetes that slice through the trees for berries +Busting coconuts, Selassie legendary + +[Chorus] +When I was just +Give me light, light, light the way +Light the way, give me light, give me light +Give me light, light, light, light +Light, light, light, light +Light, light, light +Can you light? +Can you light? Light, light the way +Light the way, give me light, give me light +Give me light, light, light, light +Light, light, light, light +Light, light, light +Can you light? + +[Verse 2] +Siddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly (Right) +No search and fiddle (Right) +Diddly, diddly, diddly, and truly +First class (Brrt) +Cold blooded murderer (Right) +Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em what them ah really require (Right) +Cold blooded murderer +Wu-Tang the definition of a soldier + +[Verse 3] +Check the Tiger Bone, stole love don, I sip a megaton +On point, soldiers is armed and blow the best corn +Fly silks and wallies, women from Jamaica to Bali +Acknowledge me at the show and prove rowdy +I miss Allah Real still, I build with this peace of steel +They call the microphone chrome nickel-plated poems +Jamel Ireef and Iron Man Tone, respect shown +In Jamaica, there's a party, peace to all my natty +Eatin' swordfish and I keep sliced avocado +Rice and peas and items sweet like a mango +One hundred clip rifle blow, steady flow, rhythm, tempo +"More fire," the sample go, so +Peace to Fire House, Waltham, Havendale to Maverley +Jungle to Rema, Salt Lane to Tivoli +Gaza, Spanish Town, Trenchtown, back to Maxfield +'Nough respect due, everything real + +[Outro] +When I was just +************************************************** +Good Times[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Allah himself +Man, woman, child +The Book of Life +Starks Enterprise! + +[Ghostface Killah] +Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus +I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures +Peace to ten thousand seaters +And all y'all pretty ass Libras +My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces +I love fuckin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk +Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts +Hold on, who turned the lights on? +1.. 2.. My mic on? Preach on, brother +That's that bullshit. Right on +Crackhead, stop it. Dope pusher, stop it +The father sent me a message and I came to drop it +The profit is to love each other +Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah +They got our Mother. Go get Africa! + +[Lord Superb] +Hominy grits, welfare cheese +Roach clips, WIC check day's the 1st in the 5th +What Ghost? + +[Ghostface Killah (Lord Superb)] +Fuck y'all niggas an' fuck y'all bitches an' +Fuck the pictures y'all takin, fuck the whip you in +Starsky bring home the dough now the show is over +(It's over) It's over? (It's over) It's over? + +[Lord Superb] +Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels, cash insurance +Tahoes, fly clothes and Ferragamos +5 plus 5 O's, one plus 9 O's +Save our self, reach our goals + +[Ghostface Killah] +What if the BIBLE wasn't good? +And good was bad, as bad as it should +It matters, feed em proper food +The wonders that Allah will do +Maybe he'll discover you +Lookin' like a couple jewels +Ticket traum' was sold out plus the Garden loved the way I move +People see me, G. Deini +Hit Beenie on the cell, see me? +You need me, you read me +Casanova, get that weed for me +The champ be the vigilante +Ask me what the circumstance be +In me like Marcus Camby +Hear me, I fuck with family +Dons, chew on this, the hit list got +All of your names, so y'all lames is hist' +I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's famous for her tits +Not that tall doofy chick in your hood called Sticks +Come on! + +[Lord Superb] +Bentleys withsharp shoes +Similac, Huggies, big Shazam jewels + +[Raekwon] +Infrared shootin at niggas +We back. Execution, niggas +Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy +Super wizzes, look like Luther bitches +Still catches ill inventions +Strength, real niggas rollin blizzies, fearless ninjas +So illa, four-wheeler, promotin like Benz dealer +Instiller, get real for hugs, lets chill feel I'm ill with colour +Yo bakin', straight cake, lay it on my favorite aces +Fuck all your understatements +Battle us? Battle gauges + +[Lord Superb] +A big mansion, real product of the shrimp scampi +Sail boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer +Summer home, big stones and cologne +Remember heroes? I guess them corner days is gone +Mommy got a house, Daddy got a house +Granny got a house, we moved out +That's right, we moved out +Now that's what I'm talkin about + +[Ghostface Killah] +Smackin all y'all stars and chumps +Gettin cash in the larger sums +Shootin dice in the church with nuns +We come with the biggest guns +************************************************** +Fast LifeYeah +Word +No doubt +Yo... yo... + +Verse One: Ghostface + +Wally champ so amazin, the suede shoelacin +Up in the Sheraton, just got hit for five years probation +I got a dental appointment at two o'clock there go my gold ring +Much later catch a flick or go hoeing +Yo there's somethin heavy on my mind from last night's crime +Spoonface shot Gel in the back with Kiv's nine +It was two men, tighter than a hiker with Tims +Like blood brothers, problem was they lust each other woman +For instance, Gel seen Spoon in DeMoore +He wet his whiz(tle), got his seed an headin towards the door +They came out of eye, face to face, they embraced +Gel blew a kiss and looked Spoon girl in the face +Her face lit up, and grinned with a smile like what? +That sneaky f--k, same bitch that got my man hit up +Out in Brownsville, where the thug life live to kill +Where bodies is worth two for five cause it's real +Fast life... + +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast life, that's the only thing I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast Life, that's the only life I know + +Verse Two: Andre Rison + +Yo my man got more power than gunpowder with ammunition +Blowin up the fireworks and the n----z ambitions +On the come up, she gettin done up, behind closed doors +Doin freaky s--t, on elevator floors +I want her, like Sonny wanted Cher +She was his diamond piece, sex wasn't for lease +Rest in peace, somebody came up deceased +R.I.P. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways +God couldn't save +F-A-K-E, L-O-V-E +Fake love you see +Never lasting through eternity +Living life in the fast lane +The fast life... it's the fast life +Fast life + +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast life, that's the only thing I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast Life, that's the only life I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast life, that's the only thing I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast Life, that's the only life I know +************************************************** +Kilo (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face +My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) +Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? +Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk? +The Stark...enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit? +..I need some pussy though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something +F-fuck it, lets go! +Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box +Of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! +Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You +I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) + +[Hook: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man) +A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember +(You never catch the kid going hand to hand) +All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure +(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man) +A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember +(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Racing through the hood, ski mask off +Criminology hustle, when goons play the heat, blast off +And every direction, protect ya babies, your moms +Late night like Carson Daly, Theo Bailey, we stay armed +Grits box, vacuum tight, concealing the powder +Five fake cans of blow to throw them off wit the flower +Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels +Got Starkey coming out of his coat +I gots to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me +Old ladies is like 'Hold ya head, Tone, literally' +All this, for a thousand grams? +I'd rather be a con artist scheaming with a thousand scams + +[Hook] + +[Raekwon] +Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white +Get your sniff on, scarface niggas, we getting right +Some call it bricks, some call it birds +How many niggas get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb +You would go to jail +Get caught with this, niggas'll grow to fail +Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales +They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered +Most niggas get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers +Kilos is one thousand grams +You know your ammo better be heavy cause soon kids is coming in camo +Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer +You get caught with an ounce and its over +Matter 'fact they takin you down, son + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack +Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks +Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' +Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharaoh +Reason, He was moving that peruvian white +Blowing coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice +Big heavy pots over hot stoves +Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order +A Kilo is a thousand grams +Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants +The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars +Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' +I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets +A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks +When they wrapped and stuffed +Four days later straight cash, two million bucks +Strictly powder, no cut +Your coke is vialed in, whats up? +Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up +In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse +Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts +A Kilo is a thousand grams +A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye +It's nice to have a thousand fans +Coke buyers, some be liars +Therefore, you check for wires +Dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops +Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops +Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops +Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops +Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's +58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks +Big rocks, coke spots, big Glocks, one OT's +Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot + +[Hook] + +[Malice] +Thirteen getting it, pyrex whipping it +Like UPS, pack it up, shipping it +Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix +The story's foretold like apocalypse +It was me Michael T.T., handing out freebies +Taking over blocks, telling niggas to be fee +Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street +Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat +We was 300 deep like the Persian soldiers +Word spread fast, we was serving boulders +Ten crack commandments, holy Moses +If you don't fit must equip icer toners +Never grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers +The New York niggas be taking all our bitches +But we be God damned if taking all our business +Duct tape, hard tops, C.S.I. forensics + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Handcuffin’ Them Hoes[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yeah +Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches +Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggas +Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out +I gets my love game on without a doubt +My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period +Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious +You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag +One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag +Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out +We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth +Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin +Between now and a few hours I'll be up in her stomach +And I ain't even gotta be dipped +I pull out my pocket too Sloppy Joe, mixed this thick +You ever try foldin a brick? +Tryin to shove hundred dollar bills in your jeans and half of it rip? +We them Staten Island boys, intelligent thugs +9 out of 10 times yeah we lookin to fuck +And y'all already word know what it is +On some Teena Marie shit, nucca, I'm talkin square biz +What? + +[Hook: Ghostface] +Y'all need to stop handcuffin them hoes +Comin in the club handcuffin them hoes +You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes +Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes + +[Jim Jones - talking over Hook at first] +Whassup Ghost? +Westhaven +Sucker! I hear you Ghost +Jones~! + +F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone) +P-I-M-P, treat 'em like we great 'em (ya hear that?) +Shit, treat 'em like we don't need 'em +Cause after we fuck 'em out the phone we delete 'em (doop doop) +Leave 'em for them suckers, let them other niggas keep 'em (you can have her) +They keep 'em to the point that we don't see 'em (where'd she go?) +Shit, but the bitches need freedom +They wanna come outside and start freakin (AOW!) +Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it's Leap Year {*laughin*} +She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!) +So hell yeah she starts creepin +You had her locked up like she was livin in precinct (prisoner!) +She want a gangster, nigga youse a weakling +She wanna ride fast in the cars while we chiefin (vroom vroom) +Just cause you was cuffin the ho +I had fucked her one time now I'm duckin this ho +Please in your mind, never drop a dime but +Damn, ain't that some shit? +And I just wanted to have a good time +Now I got a ho on my line, buggin! +Slow down + +[Hook] + +[Jim Jones - over Hook] +Stop cuffin these hoes +Stop cuffin these hoes + +[Hook] + +[Jim Jones - over Hook] +Stop cuffin these hoes +Stop cuffin these hoes +Let her go! +************************************************** +I’ll Die for You[Intro: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) +(What did I do? Was the thing so bad?) It's like... +Yo, there ain't too many people I would die for +That I would lay down for, you heard... +It's like my family, my closest friends that's here in my circle +YouknowImean? My moms and 'em, my babies, man +That's word to mother, son, that's what it is... +(I'll die for you, I'll die for you) Uh-huh... +That's right, man (I'll die for you) Just some real shit... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, I'll die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord +On the battlefield, wounded badly, holding a sword +With no questions asked, I already know, it's all for the cause +Just laying me facing the East, when I'm under the floor +I might've sinned in the process, from being, in the projects +Eyes swept from all the anger, that could've fucked with my conscience +And more or less, I'm a man of my word +My body is holding a couple scars on it, though I was never a bird + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) +For Martin Luther and my brother Malcolm (I'll die for you) +And my ancestors picking cotton (I'll die for you) +My close homies that get it popping (I'll die for you) +You what time it is, nigga what? + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, I'd die for my moms, and I'd die for my kids +If you, really my Queen, then I'd die for my wis +Even my mans, if we that tight +Jump in front of a biscuit, snuff money with all of my mics +Or we can brawl it out and take his life +By taking his gun, no problem +Just make sure we eating when we on the run +Like slaves that's chained together, who killed master? +The dogs is coming, the pigs is gon' blast ya +I'd die for you, I'd die for my brother +Die for the babies who can't eat with bare feet who need they mother +I put niggas lights out like Con Ed, my verbal is bond +My bread'll blow you, show you who's real with the arms + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) +Dog, you want revenge on that devil Satan? (I'll die for you) +We could do it now instead of waiting (I'll die for you) +We don't have to wait for revelations (I'll die for you) +We'll sort this out in other conversations + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I'd never jump out the window, lose my life for a lame ass nigga +That scene is bogus, it's not in the picture +You just can't feed me anything like "Yo, Tone it's beef" +Expect me to go all out, jump in and bust my heat +First off, bruh, you not my peeps +Yeah, I know we from the same town and shit, but we ain't that deep +We never stuck nothing, oxed something, ran together, popped something +I thought ya team was wolves, cocksucker, stop fronting +You barking like you got the town in a smash +I'd never lay down for you, faggot nigga, you ass + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] + (sample) +Wop them niggas that be yelling that (I'll die for you) +When they broke you be heating that (I'll die for you) +Just stick 'em for they packs, they be crying (I'll die for you) +And just bitch mothafuckas burn... +************************************************** +Youngstown Heist[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +For the city, to get this money, Vegas, yo, yeah + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel] +Here's the rundown, Mustafa's getting money out in Youngstown +Get some goons together, a driver and bring them guns down +Heard he had his hands in some bricks, plus a few pounds +Him with some wild Haitians, set up shop in the dude lounge +Niggas is migrating, he came from Cue Gardens +With a live situation, got it in preparation +When you get there, pick up the whip with the navigation +And follow all the prompts til you get to your destination +We here Tone, got our masks on, we bout to run up in +I know you ain't talking bout the house, with the broken hinge +65 Alpine Drive, it's looking shady +So I hopped out, pulled the Glock out, plus the 3-80 +Hit the living room, I've seen a ripped up sofa, a shattered coffee table +Broken lamps, and a flipped up stroller +The place was ransacked from front to back +Yo, Trife, what you talking, black? +Yo, Starks, cut the bullshit and tell me, where the office at +Take a left and head, down the hallway steps +Pass the painting on the wall, the third door on the left +The safe is on the wall above the fireplace near the desk +Look inside the top drawer, and get the key out the chest + +[Interlude: Sheek Louch & Bully] +Damn, son, aiyo what's taking this nigga Trife so long. I don't know. Oh shit, yo Bull, get down, get down, get down. Look at Stark pulling up, son. Aww, man! I'mma try to call this nigga + +[Verse 2: Sheek Louch & Bully] +Aiyo, hurry up I see a car pulling up, windows tinted +Can't really tell who's in it, but, I know it's a rented +Down south plates, Atlanta or, one of them states +Yo, they carryin' somethin' +Man, I wanna see what's up in those crates +Should I pop off, take his top off, before he get to you +Bully like Yo, chill, chill, this is what we gon' do aight +Go ask for directions, right, I'mma go around the back +Wait for them to come inside, I'll hit these niggas with the mack +Ok, before it even get to that, let me see where Trife is at +Hopefully he on his way, and no one gotta die today bang bang +Two shots go off Homey trapped inside, quick put the mask on, Sheek +Fuck it, Bully, let's ride +Shooting out the sunroof, missing and shit +I was too high, still think my Dutchie was lit +Trife running out the building, busting, cussing +Blood everywhere, you had to see this shit disgusting +************************************************** +Miguel Sanchez[Trife Da God] +Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear +Dressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped to the chair +Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze +Turned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shades +I must of passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out +Three more niggas approaching, holding they mack's out +One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat +Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope +Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph +Of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache +Miguel Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants leg +With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread +He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation +Plus he's wanted by immigration +Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement +How the fuck I get involved with these federal agents +They knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac Town +They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down +Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel +Or spend the rest of my life in prison +A classified mission on some James Bond shit +007 style, love to get some straight convicts +Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone +Told her to kiss little Jay cuz I'll be gone again +Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her teeth +If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a week +Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and +Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend + +[Sun God] +I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggas +That drug lord that we want, got a spot for niggas +And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my nigga +He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure +He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved +They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all +When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice +But give us ten, like we selling white together +Left side, four-five, right, black beretta +Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better +Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard +Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds +Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge +Hit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-D +If he owe Trife, he owe me +Load up the mack grounds, M-I-A, call that the jack town +Tell niggas I'm on my way, coming back down +Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now +Theodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, now +I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down" +Now I slang fifty kilo's where I'm at now +Fifty a wop, purple top, nigga, I'm back, clown +Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge +Channel seven news, older dude, murder gat found +************************************************** +Lonely[Hook: Jack Knight] +Don't be surprised, when you see me 'round town +Walking around, with my head hung down +I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely +And don't be surprised, if you see me on the train +Like a homeless man, who's lost his way +I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely + +[Jack Knight] +On this cold pavement, I feel like laying +In the middle of the street, and just saying +I can't take it, I won't make it +Too much weight on my shoulders, and my kids are getting older +For so long, I've been so strong +I've been crying all week since you've been gone +And as the tears roll out my eyes +Another happy young couples walks by + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Someone been sleeping in my bed, eating my food +Using my soap, laying up in my pool +Walking around in his boxers, like every thing's cool +Gassing my chick for the whip, dropping her off at school +Under my covers and changing my channels +Playing my CD's in my robes, another man's burning my candles +My cologne's half way gone, a fake don, my wiz fell for +Now she strolls the park under his arm +This is my fault, I've never thought I'd see this coming +From the outside bugging, with crazy knots in my stomach +Say what goes around, comes around, now I know it now +Now I'm the fool looking in while it's going down +If somebody would of told me, I might be lonely +Now it's on me, baby call me please + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Now he's getting all my kisses, stroking my loving +That 'posed to be me, but I was too stupid and stubborn +Like a piece of rope, I let it go, my mother said it so +You better straighten up, don't act like you didn't know +Her birthday came, heard she was hugged up, wearing his chain +Play in the sky box, at some bullshit Knick game +My son said, daddy, he like his eggs well done +And he kinda cool, mommy happy, I can't front +He take us on trips and clothes shopping, most of the time +We watch flicks on your surround sound, he watch boxing +You better go beg or something, before she go love him +He's taking your spot, cuz you was dissing mommy, you bugging +They don't argue, he sent her flowers for no reason +She's cheesing, I'm wishing you could come back and see this + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Fly Everything[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Let's go, baby, let's go +Yo + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Big paper, skyscrapers +The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers +Fly everything +Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring +Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín +Undercover task force reveals they get chills when on the heels of a killa +Way iller with his mask off +Three stooge of these niggas, leave 'em in the dust on the crash course +I don't even ask for the pussy, wizzes pass off +Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio +I live that life you can stuff in the vial +Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile +Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile +Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace +The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table +Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label +If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut + +[Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God] +All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements +You follow the old, we makin' new testaments +Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments +Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence (Yo) + +[Verse 2: Sun God] +I probably left a couple scenes, but that's only through back exits +Mommy cryin', homie died, couldn't make it past eleven +Twenty-one, twenty gun salute, bring him back in seconds +Off that juice, hang 'em off the roof how niggas send a message +We be wildin', keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us +Off the line and get your homie clapped just for sending texts +Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans +Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message +In my country for what you worth, but you ain't life threatenin' +You ain't running, just drag your feet 'cause you ain't light stepping +Send 'em all to come dim your lights, you gon' need a light expection +Just give 'em a couple shots, we gon' give 'em light injections +I'm cleaning these niggas messes, but soon as I switched my groove +Got out and moved, these niggas became the death wish +Niggas became reckless, young, black and flexin' +Nigga (Young, black and flexin') + +[Chorus: Shawn Wigs] +All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements +You follow the old, we makin' new testaments +Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments +Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence +************************************************** +Good[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] +Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) +This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (As Mr. Maygreen... good evening...) +Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm) + +[Hook: Mr. Maygreen] +(Good), I look so, (good), the car look +(Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm okkkkkk +(Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look +(Good), they all from around the wayyyyy +(Good), hey there, (good), look at you +(Good), me, I'm just passing byyyyyyy +(Good), look at her, (good), time out +(Good), I think I'll give the game a tryyyyy + +[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, my rose was good, plus my face was good +The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood +And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good +The grasp who be hypecast is good +That's the bird that fucked the game up +Cut the head off lames and platinum niggas, your boy done came up +Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains +Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings +With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes +You was in love with the pussy, it ain't the same though +Cuz I'm good, she's good, so you should be good +Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood +And we don't love those hoes, with they flat butts caked up +And tipped up toes, need an ill plastic surgeon to fix they nose +Cuz they shit is too fat like an adidas sole +Don't even touch my gold, I'm good + +[Hook: Mr. Maygreen] +I know you heard it a thousand times +Not quite like my design +You say that's what you looking for +Gator boots walk through the door, now + +[Bridge: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] +(Good) Theodore's good, (good), my team is good +(Good) My robes is good, (I'm so good) +(Good) My moms is good, (good), my style is good +(Good) My queen is good, yeah, come on, (I'm so good) +(Good) The days is good, (good), babies is good +(Good) Wifes is good... uh-huh +(Good) The hood is good, (good), God is good +(Good) Everything is good, come on, let's go + +[Ghostface Killah] +Goose over ice cubes, pass the O.J +Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways +Come here, sit on my lap, it's not a gat, sugar +Have a seat, don't be afraid to move back +Feel that? You'se a nasty girl +Big butt, slim gut, I'll crash your world +It's not polite to bend over in Starkey face +Sheer lace, fat ass, got want me to taste that +Lodi dodi, with a coke shaped body +And my jewels hang low like my balls in the potty +And I dare ya'll to try to rob me +Theodore U, we got the army +A-Town to Mariner's Harby +Wild West, Now Born, go hard, G +Killa Hill, Stapletown, Port Rich' kids +Pack heat, like I was pulling out biscuits + +[Hook] + +[Hook] + +[Trife Da God] +When we on the block bubbling rocks, watching for cops +Holding Glocks in and out of the spots, (it's all good) +When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V's +Blowin' exotic trees, playa, (it's all good) +When I'm in the whip, sunk in the six, drunk off the liqs +Pull up, stunting, fronting for chicks, (it's all good) +When we on stage getting them Grammy's, snatching them panties +Jetskiing off the shores of Miami, (it's all good) + +[Hook] + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah... told ya'll before, another Theodore Production +This is how we go in the 06 to 07, come on, come on + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Introduction[Michael Rapaport] +Yeah, yes. You hear that motherfuckin' soul shit? You hear that shit? Soul rap, R&B, dusty soul rap, Ghostface Killah, Tony Starks +Motherfuckin' Pretty Toney, Starkey Love, The Wallabee Champ, Deini, Ghost Deini, Sun God, motherfuckin' Iron Man. The man, his name Ghostface Killah. This is The Lost Tapes, my name is Michael Rapaport. This is an honor and a motherfuckin' privilege to walk you through the beauty of the Ghostface Killer Lost Tapes. You hear that dusty soul shit? I love it. Yo, without further ado, comin' in right now: Ghostface Killah, the icon. Shit, the motherfucker needs no introduction, I don't even know why I'm doin' this shit. Yo, Deini, do what the fuck you do + +[Ghostface Killah] +Hey cocksucker, yes, 80. Yo, what's good? What's good, what's good, what's good? Yo, yo, yo, check it out y'all, I found The Lost Tapes. I found that Lost Tapes, champ, let's go. I'ma send it over to you so we can just blast off with that shit one time and shit, aight? So holla at me when you get to me, man. Just, uh, hit me back, hit me back. You know what it is, truth with the golden voice. One +************************************************** +Wallabee Champ[Intro] +Yeah +One two, one two, one two, America +It's ya boy Tony Starks +The Wallabee kingpin +You know I just like to shout out to good beats like this +You know what I mean, I wish I woulda had this a long time ago +I woulda demo'd this y'all +Check it out + +[Verse 1] +Ayo +Ayo, check +Banging the sounds that I invent +Fake niggas, who tried to flex hard came and went +They couldn't match up +With the fly nigga with his back against the wall +Heads clock once I came in the door +I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlúa +Saw this bad bitch with a switch and yo I had to step to her +In a manner +And rather, wish the camera was on +When I had reached her, I knew that the shit was on +Please excuse me, allow me to introduce myself +Yo, I'm the man, and honey you been rated top shelf +Yo what's your name hun, hair wrapped up in a bun +Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun +Never diss 'em +It's hard for a brother just to miss 'em +Especially, when your browsing, going fishin' +Waistline banging like a bass line +Physical form is well complex +And yo I love your outline +Boo, your whole body is wild +With your rugged profile +Enough to make a hard rock smile +You can't strike out +Tell me what could really go wrong? +You're rocking labels +Tommy Hill down to Claiborne +Show me some love hun, show me some love boo +Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through +Ayo, peep it +I know you love Victoria's Secret +And loving all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it +Plus, you're the type to make a nigga crash +Far from trash +Your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass +Your body lotion is the potion +The shit got me open like dust +And yo your [?] mad potent +We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings +From this [?] we can spark and see whatever brings +I walked a hot Arabian desert bare footed +I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it +That's right y'all +Theodore for life +Wu-tang forever motherfucker +************************************************** +Return of the Iron Man[Intro 2X: samples] +"Introducing the Ghostface" - Ol' Dirty Bastard +"Who the hypest in New York City" - Ghostface Killah +"Introducing" - Ol' Dirty Bastard +"Toney Starks" - Method Man +"Ironman" - cartoon sample +[Ghostface Killah] +I'mma go hard on ya'll niggas +Dart ya'll niggas out, dropping science +To let ya'll know what the kid about +I hang like the disco ball, on the floor +I'm like John Travolta, suade blazing with my chest showing +Rings and them hard jeans, please, I'm comfy in the spot +So I'm never handcuffing my queen +It's a Theodore movement, Glock holding kids +With the chocolate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors +Leave your chick around me, I'll get those bloomers +Bang that like des' gun, mask with the cowskin Puma's +Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit +Punk muthafucka, I get you blamped, word life, my throat is high +See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on +Cleaning his glass song, when ya'll niggas get ya feet done +I'm in the whore house with my man Wigs, getting his beak on + +[Chorus 2X: cartoon sample (Ghostface Killah)] +"Ironman" +"The world can't touch Ghost" +"Ironman" +"Who the hypest in New York City" +"Ironman" +"You can't destroy this" +"Ironman" +"Big Ghost steps off laughing" +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) +Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut) +And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two +At certain dudes where they dropped they phones +Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail +For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail +They left my fingers for dead, told 'em +"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" +I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead +Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's +Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' +A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels +Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle +And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out +Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out +It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco +Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! + +[Chorus 2X] +************************************************** +Saigon Velour (Remix)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Okay, yeah, yo yo +Son I walk down the block like it's '76 +Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks +And my chain's like 80 pounds of frozen ice +I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice +Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt +I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport +An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's +Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles +Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel +Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel +In the stash house owned by El Patrón +Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones +Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco +But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] +Original, a lot of style, boom-pow +Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow +Way up in the cloud +Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how +To maintain and sustain as I crush game +Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane +Plush game, lavish livin' +Bust on the pigs with bad intentions +Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc +The homie said 9-1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!) +And I believe that so I protect and serve +Every nigga on the block, that's my word +Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin' +Listen to the sounds of the sirens +I'm a O.G. nigga on a mission +Beans don't burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 3: E-40] +Guard at the gate, live in a mansion +Rap career longer than an extension +Still hold it in court +Got my wine in the World Report +Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY? +If it ain't now, it will be +Grew up on purple, went from humble +Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble +In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double +Pot in the kitchen at all times +I'm a boss, still write my own rhymes +Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper +Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor +Been a fixture, I don't think it's many left +Been the shit like your baby mama breath +Been in it for a while, been a threat +Custom houses and cars is how I'm livin' + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street +If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy +If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me +Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key +But my word is bond, that's the code of the street + +[Verse 4: Tricky] +Music veteran, muscle and venom, and +The sole feature, ladies and gentlemen +Try to prepare, but I don't really care about +Locked in a cage, never gonna let you out +Think of an issue, write it on a tissue +When you're gone, nobody miss you +Years, shiftin' gears and add some tears +What's on your head about? I don't sell it out +I'm not gon' leave you there, but I don't really care +Rotten crest, Christmas is the worst +U.K., Jamaica, my family's from Jamaica +Spendin' time and maybe I can take you +I'd like to take you there, 'cause I really care +Like to take you, spare, take you there +Take you there, take you there +Take you there +************************************************** +Hidden Darts[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +One-two, one-two, yo +What the fuck is the deal, it's Toney Starks, nigga +Ya niggas know what time it is, the kid with the lazer beam vocals +You know you messing with a dart master, right now +J-Love, hit them niggas + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, who want to battle the Don? +I'm James Bond, in the Octagon, with two razors +Bet ya'll didn't know I had a fake arm, I lost it +Wild in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on +Choke a fat nigga out in like forty seconds, my gun get hard +With a .45 steel erection +Eagle on, Kangol hat slanted, coconut, bounce to Morocco +Guerilla medallions, like Flava Flav clock, yo +Niggas want me dead, but they scared to step to me +Rip they guts out, like a hysterectomy +When beef collide, look on the flip, buy a penitentiary kite +Or get you bumped off from the inside +Jaws is hanging, frauds is lifting +They drawers on the floor complaining +Bird ass nigga, resemble, Keenen Ivory Wayans +Stay in your place, dirt bomb rappers get shadowboxed +For training, ya'll still eating bacon... + +"Hidden Darts" + +"Hidden Darts" + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) +Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut) +And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two +At certain dudes where they dropped they phones +Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail +For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail +Then left my fingers for dead, told 'em +"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" +I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead +Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's +Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' +A gritty bop, my rocks is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels +Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle +And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out +Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out +It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco +Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! + +"Hidden Darts" + +"Hidden Darts" + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Ya'll niggas hold your fucking necks +Before you put them shits to sleep +You know what I mean, daddy +It's real like that, coming at all ya'll niggas this year +I gots to come for that title, baby, I don't give a fuck who holding it +Youknowhatimean? Tone on the come up +Youknowhatimean, I'm playing on ya'll niggas, man +So yo, ya'll niggas know what the fuck time it is and shit +Slow the fuck down, nigga, throw this shit in, it's real... + +"Hidden Darts" +************************************************** +Yapp City[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +{*church bell ringing*} +Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that shit +Sneak up on 'im right, feel me? +Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga +I got everything, youknowImean? +They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches +Let's go... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Nobody move, nobody get hurt +This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts +I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and watches +Before you put ya hands on the wall, empty ya pockets +Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks +Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook +The fuck is that sticking out from under ya foot? +Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you better not look +Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'll shake, rattle ya bones +You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the fucking chrome +In the dark, yo, I do this alone +That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone +That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it quickly +Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me +Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming with me +Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest like some fucking whiskey + +[Hook: Solomon Childs] +BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark +Or auction off ya bitch body parts +BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices +Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah) +BOY! Or stick a hot blade through his heart +Get to sticking niggas for the right prices +BOY! Yeah, this is priceless.. GET 'EM! + +[Sun God] +Aiyo, I post up, packed the shotti +Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body +If you a boss, why ya cash is sloppy? +This a Staten Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me +I'm on the road, not no massive robbery +When it come to that dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis +I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's +Niggas passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em +My black glove, black mask, requirements +Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in +These cowards couldn't clash our lion's den +That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in +We hoping out cabs like Iron Men +It's hard to believe how niggas leave with no bag supplying sense +Empty cuz my staff is hiring +Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when firing + +[Hook] + +[Trife Da God] +Aiyo, we carry arms like a octopus +Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her pocket book +Blowing all lots of kush +Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks +Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks +Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves +Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes +Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his used +I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's time to move +If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, I'll body bag 'im +Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking like Gotti had 'im +Bragging, juked, in the wagon, laughing +We slid a few blocks down, this kid was frozen +With stones so we decided to yapp 'im +I put the tool in his mouth, said "You don't want the action +These ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin!" +Bean, blast 'im, Homo' get his girl for his cash and +Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!) +************************************************** +White Linen Affair (Toney Awards){*skit plays for first minute or so of track*} + +[Ghostface Killah] +Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets +Avian water's ya choice, put ice +I'm missing a g-note, fixed price +But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dice +Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire +The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears +Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years +Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard +Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up +You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right +Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees +My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage +Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls +Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces +Snap of the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper +Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup +Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me ya coats +Bentley Farnsworth, will check them proudly +We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas +Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad +From the top, we have the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne +T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game +And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher +Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka... + +[Interlude: Shawn Wigs] +Come on, this commercial break's almost over +OutKast, M.J.G., you're at Talib's table +Fab, U.G.K., table seven, let's go, come on +Yo, Beans, Toney said "Good looking on that haze" +Commercial, come on, let's go, guys... +Coming back in, five, four, three, two, one... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars +They play for DipSet, E-40, Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones +Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones +On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus +Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that double Dutch +What an event, peace to Denzel +Give this man a round of applause, he do it so well {*applause*} + +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Shawn Wigs)] +Ladies and gents, ladies and gents... +Alright, alright, have a seat, have a seat... +Without further adiou, he needs no introduction +He is my co-host... Shawn Ripple! +(Alright, is this thing on? Eh, eh, sweetheart, come here +Got a hundred dollar bill tattooed on my cock +Heard you like to... blow money... hahaha) + +[Shawn Wigs] +It was amazing, I seen Robin Thicke and Robin Leech +Robin Givens, Robin Williams and Meryl Streep +A real award show, there's Kanye West +Pamela Anderson, and she brought both of them breasts +Paris Hilton and Lindsay, holding down Britney's skirt +No more free looks, you gotta put in work +To get a glimpse, seen Don Juan with all of his pimps +And they hoes on they side, sipping they four-fives +And Billy Dean... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Excuse me, have you seen Alicia Keys? +Tell her the limo's outside, she's bouncing with me +The Don, y'all rappers don't steal my ash trays +My coat hangers is diamonded out like my last gates +Superhead, gave the low scoop to Halle +She said, before Whitney, she was fucking with Bobby +Mos Def, The Roots, Common and Nelly +Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Three 6 Maf', yo, and she fucked O.J... word? +************************************************** +Good Times (Part 2)[Intro: Ghostface Killah (sample)] +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +Allah himself +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +Man woman and child +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +The book of life +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +Starks Enterprise + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus +I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures +Peace to half-moon Caesars, and all the bitches in the bleachers +Hot weather, sex on the beaches +Jewelry shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury +People saying that my chains look truck on me +But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet +Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it +I beat Vegas, Wu segas I could get shot for saying this +West Nile shit cause me to spray this +Staten island's Gandhi ghost the rap whino +These avenger's word will make a child's mind blow + +[Hook: Lord Superb] +Hominy grits +Welfare cheese +Roach clips +Wic checks dated first and the fifth +What Ghost? + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck y'all niggas and +Fuck y'all bitches and +Fuck them pictures y'all taking +Fuck that whip you in +Starsky bring home the dough +Now the show is over +It's over? It's over? + +[Verse 3: Lord Superb] +Timberland clashing off them jewels, cash insurance +Tahoes fly clothes plus farragamos +Five plus five O, one plus nine O +Save ourselves, reach our goals + +Ghostface + +What if the bible wasn't good +And good was bad as bad as it should +It matters +Feed em proper food +The wonders that allah would do +Maybe they'll discover you +Look I'm like a couple jewels +Ticketron was sold out +Plus the garden love the way I move +People see me G dini hit beenie on the cell +See me you need you read me +Captain over get that weed to me +The champion of vigilante +Ask me what the circumstance be +Hit me like marcus camby +Hear me I fuck with family don +Faced the magic man at the soul circus +Wheelying elephants I can't fall off +Show off your last album was so sincere +You had crack head skits +Wody you went there + +Lord Superb + +Bentleys with sharp shoes +Similak huggies big shazam jewels + +Ghostface + +Peace party people what's up +How yall feeling ? +Face the god +Now it's time to start kneeling +Yall cats be killing me +Fronting like yall buying bottles +Puny ass sweater on +Yall be lying ! + +Lord Superb + +A big mansion +Real props and shrimp scampy +Sailboat big yacht and beige hummer +Summer home +Big stones and cologne +Remember hero ? +I guess them corner days is gone +Mommy got a house +Daddy got a house +Granny got a house +We moved out +That's right we moved out +Now that's what I'm talking about + +Ghostface + +Ghost dini +I'm arista rat +Step in the game like +This is rap ? +I thought this shit was this and that +This game ain't jack +I'm about to go plat +This verse right here +Ima wreck this shit +As for the album +Ima perfect this shit +In a class by myself I ain't next to shit +Had to get out the hood +Them projects ain't shit +Want an eight series benz +Cause a lex ain't shit +I want chain truck jewelry +Yall necks ain't shit +We could spit it for mills or +Spit it for deals +When it's over +We gone see who spit it for real +I'll battle you for your bitch +Or battle for your mom +I'll kill you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms +If LL is the goat greatest of all time +That's why I'm ghost greatest of all sides +East side west side north side south side +I spit murder so much +My mother fucking mouth died +Yeah +Good times good times +And mad sunshine +Word up yo +This is the theodore unit +Straight up +Word +Banky panino +Yo and esther rolle +We love you it's good time +For real uh huh +Drop a bomb to this shit flex +Word up +Ayo lex diamonds +Word up im here boy +We out +************************************************** +I’ll Be That[Hook: Adrienne Bailon] +I could be your friend, I could be your tease +I can be a freak, I can be a P.Y.T +If you ask, I'll be that +I could be your girl, I could be your wife +I complete your side, I could be watching me +If you ask, I'll be that +I'll be your homey, lover, friend, I'll be your everything +If you ask, I'll be that +Say you want me, I'll come running +I can be your baby, just you ask, I'll be that + +[Ghostface Killah] +My girl, my love, come through, rescue me +Throw me on the bed, no clothes, wrestle me +After smashing that, then will you cook for me +Promise I won't hit you, you don't have to be shook of me +Washing my boxers, shirts folded nice and creased +Plus when we argue, she will never pull a beast +Clap for my baby, award winning, best nookie +I been in the whole wide world, that's why I stay spending + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +I want you in a scarf, boy shorts around the house +Wife beater, undercover, sitting on the couch +Isley's is playing, lights dim, vanilla candles is melting +It's a long time, don't let no one else in +Fresh out the tub, sweetness and peaches +Body work splash around your neck, the kid admire all your features +Niggas be hollering; peace ma, what up boo? +You suck your teeth and keep it moving with the screw, yes + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Happy birthday, red roses, big cakes +Donna Karen slippers, got your birthday gift by the lake +Big boats, thick ropes, ostrich purses +Snakeskin boots, Jared Jewelers, the mink cost mad loot +Ski trips, resorts, close your eyes, baby, make a wish +Blow your cake out, earrings is snowflaked out +Will you marry me? Will you carry me? +Through rain, hail, sleet and snow +Don't say no, you'll embarass me + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Adrienne Bailon] +I'll be that... +Baby... +Yeah, yeah, yeah... +I'll be that, I'll be that... +************************************************** +Goner[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy +Yeah baby, let's do it + +[Ghostface Killah] +Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion +Girl, and still don't got no ring? +Back then, you was alot younger, now you older +Broke my heart, on what you had in the stroller +On the low, that could of been me, Huggie down +Fly and handsome, talk about little Starksky +With little Barkley's, little car seat +Two years later, here comes little Sharneese +I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you? +And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through? +Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through +Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove +But umm, besides the lane, you look the same +Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang +Ankle bracelets, that Donna Kay shit +I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips +Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit +Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit +Pardon me, excuse my French +Just read my lips, girl, everything's me + +[Hook 2X: Lloyd] +He's a goner, hey, you just say the word +Baby girl, I'm on that, hey, anything you need +Anything you want, want, hey, hey +Cuz he don't know I gotcha +Anything you need, I gotcha +Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, look around, everybody sipping on Rosette +All in our business, they wanna be nosey +He's with her, gonna be all in the streets, like a Jeep, tomorrow +Don't worry, let's breeze the bar +And in case I ain't tell you, those jeans is hard +And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight +Run into the po-lice, fuck them niggas +I pull out, like a tooth, when the back is rotten +Finish 'em off, like your menstrual, after you spotting +Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging those hips +And my miss got me wanting to sing +Walking down the street, watching ladies +I got by watching you, watching you +I want you, like if I ain't got nothing to do + +[Hook 2X] + +[Lloyd] +Somebody better call the cops +Cuz if that thing cock back, it's gon' pop +Once me stop moving, it ain't gon' stop +Whatever that girl wants, you know she got shopping +Somebody better check the swag +We rack up and never check the tags +We just stuffed it all in the bag +Oh, you mad? Well, too bad + +[Hook 2X] +************************************************** +Let’s Stop Playin’[Hook: John Legend] +All I'm saying, come here, lady +I can't take it, let's stop playing +Oh, you know, you know +I got no patience, I hate waiting +I can't take it, let's stop playing +Oh, you know, you know + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, boo, let's cut the crap, you know we like each other +I been wanting you bad, yo, that's word to my mother +I know you got a man, and I'm involved +But we can play this right, if we shuffle the cards +I've been wanting you for mad years, when the elevators broke +I run and help you with your bags upstairs +I was scoping you out, today you was late, to leave by 8 +With no time to be at work at 9 +She'll be back by 6, son pissed you off, I know +When I spoke, yo, you didn't say shit +But still, you was looking mad cute to me +With your lips poked out, being rude to me +You're still sexy, luscious, and all them words +Only girl in the building with a full length fur +Had no choice to raise and press up, explain how I feel +It's only your love I want the best of + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] +I had a dream, yo, I seen you on the laundry mat +Folding your clothes by the dryer, my drawers is wet +So you passed me a Bounce, one fell when I bend down +And got up, you start tonguing me down +Butterflies ran across my stomach +Didn't wanna put the fire out, cuz God damn, I love it +Moved the basket out the way, cleared the table +Laid you down, my mouth slid past your navel +Your feet, had knocked over the Clorox bleach +Held my head closer to you when my tongue got deep +I'm saying we both of those, this how I feel +If you don't want a part of me, it's no big deal +But ma, I'm not here to game you, babe, I'm going on vibes +Somewhere inside, I know you feel the same +It's alright tho, you look like, you know how to get it +Here take my keys, come upstairs in a minute + +[Hook] + +[Hook: John Legend] +Let's stop faking, let's just go get naked +No more discussion, we can get to kiss and hugging +My premonition, told me I got what you're missing +So let's stop playing, baby girl, that's all I'm saying + +[Hook 3X] +************************************************** +The Chase[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Speed up, Lord, they moving on us +Unmarked cars with dogs, yo, they shooting at us +Light the weed up, for God sake, it's okay, call up Abi +Tell 'em give Ricky the cash, he get half, she's my wife +Gets the V, beans to white +Yo, watch where you going, nigga, breath, alright? +Yo, watch the bitch hop the curb +Racist-ass jakes wildin', spittin' out racial slurs +Stay calm and be patient, grip and guard your nation +Next time they pull out from the trunk we blazin' +Big shit going off bow-dow-bow-bow +Shawn Bell up in his grave wildin' out +If we get caught, son, my lawyer's in Boston +He got a hundred thou to retain with mad frosting +Yo, so don't panic, stay well-planted +Trey-pound pokin' my dick +I pulled the shit out and start blasting + +[Verse 2: Sun God] +Without askin', homie, throw me the ratchet +I guess I'm here to audible the plays, John Madden +So switch lanes, do a buck no laughing +Now double-hop the road and go to the Gas Inn +Dog, you imagine? Pigs on our ass, we on foot +And we ain't got no where to throw the ratchet +I'm on point, clap that bitch, this shit tragic +I'm down for whatever, make it happen + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, quick, toss the bomb in the garbage +Come here, shorty, take this revolver +You get caught, don't say its your father's +Don't say my name, say you found it in Yonkers +In the park around a bunch of monsters +You're turning it in cause it was on your conscience +Big boy toys, them shits go bonkers +'Cause we play foul, we don't want no charges + +[Verse 4: Sun God] +Fuck that shit, pass that shit over here, G +Hit the backyard, throw that shit in the tan jeep +As soon as you see the cops, automatically plan b +Soon as you hit the spot throw a shot in the air, please +I'm comin' +Know I'm always there when you need me +And, no, I ain't Dre, I just do it that easy +A hundred miles and runnin', I'ma do it for TV +Before we leave the car, leave them gloves and that earpiece +We out + +[Outro] +I'm the inventor +'86 rhymin at the center +Blew off the burner, kinda dusty +Blew off the burner, kinda dusty +Blew off the burner, kinda dusty +************************************************** +Jealousy(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine? +(Jealousy) I copped a chain and bought a house then came +(Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name? +(Jealousy) It could kill you or leave you shamed +(Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy +(Jealousy) It can get you killed, shot +(Jealousy) Mainly ones who stand out amongst others +(Jealousy) Meaning those who are on, opposed to those who are not +(Jealousy) It's a shame +Watch out for them they are officially out there (Jealousy) +Jealousy comes from a few forms such as like (Jealousy) +Who get the most pussy; or I heard he got the most money (Jealousy) +Or tellin you I ain't the best MC +(Jealousy) Things of that nature +(Jealousy) .. (Jealousy) .. (Jealousy) .. +************************************************** +Return of Theodore Unit[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah] +(Uh what you got here, is your approach) +Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em +KnowImean? Just to make it sound official (uh) +Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Left the buildin on start up, heavy +Niggas couldn't take the chain, it's too heavy +Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete +Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti +My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear +Rubber Glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah +Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there +I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist +I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' +My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the floor +Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw +And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya +The aircraft carry back half of Colombia +Yeah, separate the rubble +Stay beatin niggas brains out with the God broke belt buckle +Jewels, pay respect to my larynx +My bird blew niggas away like a clarinet +My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet +And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec +Haha.. + +[Interlude: Trife Da God] +Uh, that's what I'm talking bout nigga +That's some real words right there +So you know, we just gon' keep this shit rolling +Theodore, they know how we do it +Straight up and down, introducing +One fourth of the squad, Wiganomics +Uh, hit 'em nigga + +[Shawn Wigs] +Yo son I smack bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry" +Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory +Dickory dock, my Glock tucked by the scrotum +It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em +Cuz the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew +And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu +Influenza, top contender +Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member +I remember them days when the Stat was my home +Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of zones +Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone +Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones +Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup +Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup +That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian +Next year we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a killin + +[Interlude: Trife Da God] +Uh, that's right nigga +'06, bout to take us into '07 +The years is ours, from here on out +Theodore, straight up and down +Word up, introducing next +You know, acknowledge the great +My muthafuckin' man J-Love + +[J-Love] +Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker +Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you +Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped +Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot +Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish +Call me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist +I get respected, like a Pride Fighter champion +Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one +It's real, son, I hold down my squadron +Ghostface and Life scared Madison Square Garden +Is the next destination hip hop preservation? +Theodore Unit on an ill ass invasion +Kid Crooklyn style, Premo production +The greatest men walking, fuck all them their assumptions +Yo, call me the king, the presence of greatness +Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this + +[Interlude: Trife Da God] +Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction +Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home + +[Trife Da God] +Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, something swell +With the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's +I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, check out my aura +On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a scorer +Place your order, place your bets, I'll erase your set +Puncture your lung and inflate your chest +I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops +While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots +I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my people +These bars of life dope, and I supply you that diesel +I'm a needle in the haystack, laid back in Maybach +Slay phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape that +Gray slacks for, all my Compton killas +Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who bomb for skrilla +Staten Island's most wanted, the backbone of the city +The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you feel me? +************************************************** +Black Cream[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] +Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man +Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit +Talkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '30's +Niggas gettin' whole shit twisted, like...) +Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the block, over here? +(Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...) +Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?) +Yo, it's Tone! Open the fuckin' door +Tell that nigga (bitch) -- tell that nigga Jack to come out... +Where Jack at? Jack!... + +[Ghostface Killah] +So you said what, now? You got the whole shit twisted +That was the other day, pa, you just like them bitches +Faggot ass niggas, stay bumpin' they gums +Tell me why you dirty and cops out, you never run +Are you holdin' something in? That the hood don't know +Cuz if you are, get to truckin', bitch, cuz you gotta go +It's not a threat, it's a promise, I tell you, don't make your mamma feel it +You'll be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, give problems to revealin' + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Ya'll niggas kill me and ya'll, ya'll know ya'll booty +So please get your punk ass off the street +Please, please, do it for your family +Don't be stupid, don't make me use it +No, lord, cuz you can't sell here, anymore... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Did you think I was playin'? When I told you before +You can't come back here, open you up like a pap smear +Actin' like you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here! +Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here! +Blaow, yo, I didn't smile, so, take off your jewelry, now then +So what you leg is bleedin' here, put this in your mouth and +Chew on the barrel of love, get lost in "lead-you" town +You look thirsty, I should of wet you down +But not now, you hear those sirens cryin' +Climbin', tryin' to Save Private Ryan +Bitch, nigga on the floor for lyin' and he whinin' +Diming on niggas, minin' your business +Perfect timin' for findin' bullshit sliders +Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga +************************************************** +ChunkyHey miss what up, Tone got luck +I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck +Cats like the way I write, dress like a superstar +Take car of family so I don't have stupid cars +Peace to all single ladies struggle with a ruff life +Baby daddy fronting +That's aight check out my man Trife +Represent Stapleton, raised in the West +780 Anderson now I'm the best +Stopping all bets slamming niggas like Barkley +Back in my reefer days sellin you parsley +Always kept aluminum bats in the car seat +Then I showed Doo and them, That's were the narcs be +Came to play no games and stay in your lane +And the ratchets on your brain and fuckin to aim at yall +Big spender, Rock a robe in November +I never broke bud I throw my trees up in a blender + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +How you like it baby +You wanna good time, You alright you alright +Come on, How you like it baby +Can I roll with you tonight + +[Verse 2] +Yo, You better shoot spots, Red and blue drops +I used to serve those, those maroon tops, (Go head) +Then crack the window when the fuckin rooms hot +If my CD was skippin get a different boom box +New socks full of polo chet, rugged low mocs +So hot, Right before I pop the fuckin show stops +You can't box, I Seen better hands on an old clock +The old ox never marked you, Ima blow pops +Prophesize Don, it's me +Aqua blue mink, In my bitch arms and feet +20 g's real niggas like pardon me +Ima be honest to your man with the Dom P, More like Sean Connery +Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby +Giving you the business, Crack heads and wannabes +And I keep drugs in the Toney Starks pharmacy +Desperate house wives slobbing me cause they honor me + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Now if it wasn't for the Wu +Tell me if this rap shit would really carry on +Now tell me where you from +Staten Isle baby, Up town baby +Boogie down baby, Brook-Don baby +Now if it wasn't for the Ghost +None of yall rap niggas would be writing songs +Now tell me where yall from +Queens bound baby, Long Isle baby +New Jerus baby, Connecticut baby +Hey mister, please let my niggas in +Thugs and my women in, You don't want no problem wit me +We got them burners on the dance floor +Goons is already in, Shanks and Machetes in +3 to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennessy +All yall haters what yall mad for +************************************************** +She’s a Killah[Intro: Ron Browz] +Ether Boy, Def Jam, Ghostface, Ron Browz +Oh, oh, oh + +[Ghostface Killah] +It's no special when them shots go down +You can catch one in the gut, and go down +The silencers work to muffle that sound +Snuck through tools and on the low down +Gangstas give it up, what +Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four wheeled-it up +I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough +Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up +From abyss to gecko, stay bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko +It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show +Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Toney Starks special + +[Hook: Ron Browz] +She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh) +She's a killer, mami, you'se a killer +She's a killer (oh) she's a killer (oh) +She's a killer, shorty, you'se a killer +Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer +Oh, you got a man, I'mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller +Yeah, we drinking Patron and, put your number in my phone and +Ain't trying to take you home and, we partying to the morning +Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning +Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning +Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning +Oh, oh, we partying to the morning + +[Ghostface Killah] +My co-defendant, her name's Alexis +Niggas get caught up by the side of her breastses +She'll murder you while eating your breakfast +You'll die wanting to try how good her sex is +Baby's shit wiggle like J-Lo, her thing so good +Before you hit it, you be having to pray, yo +Don't wanna bust fast, best be on your J-O +She strictly dickly, don't go both ways, yo +She independant and she fly +Bout 5'5, 5'6, bout yay high +Button-up pink boss shirt, blue necktie +Every nigga in the club wanna eat that thigh +Surprise she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina +She tight, her stomping grounds is out in Medina +This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things +Ready to die like she related to B.I.G + +[Hook] + +[Ghostface Killah] (Shawn Wigs) +Everybody's acting like they killing the town +(Pardon me lord, I was sipping that brown) +This goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers +Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a bunch of actors (action) +Yet, my heat sing like Shirley Caesar +You can come test me at, your own leisure +I'm ballin', gettin' Arab money and I pop champagne +And go hit shorty, shaking that thang, cuz + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Odd Couple[Intro: Cappadonna] +Yo yo word up! +Look who's back in the joint +It's The Odd Couple in the spot +Ghostface and C-Don, for real! + +[Hook 1: Cappadonna] +It's like that y'all +Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all +W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! + +[Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah)] +Yea, for real, for real +(Eh yo, chop this niggas man +It's time for me to splash 'em) +STEP OFF! + +[Ghostface Killah] +Eh yo we million dollars Sinatras, jewellery truck +Vest did it up, chop shop it +Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads +Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose +Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose +King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng +Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten +Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain +My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts +I'll fuck you up and come through in a horse +We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild +Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth +On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM +Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things +Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on +John jumper, Eleanor Bumpur with the Mac +Me and C. Goines, bible material +Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal +Rock you twice, rock your wife +Best known for drives on bikes +Tell your man to stop sendin me kites +We Tigers Woods in the 'hood +The Odd Couple up to no good +Diane's son and plus what's-her-name's-son + +[Hook 2: Ghostface Killah] +It's like that y'all +Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all +W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! +It's like yo the belt is ours, bitch-ass mothafuckas! +It's like that y'all +Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all +W.T.C. son, we back y'all! + +[Interlude: Cappadonna] +It's The Odd Couple! +Ghostface and C-Don, for real! + +[Cappadonna] +I melt 4-30, hands clustered +I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate +Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the pork +New York, catch you on the elevator +Catch you for your watch and your Alligators +Blast first, funny style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF! +It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange +Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us +Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl +All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage +Come in your state, bust down your gate +Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface +Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don +Crack your jaw when it's on +Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon +Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes +My wife start fillin pits with hoes +Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe + +[Hook 2] + +[Hook 3: Ghostface Killah - to fade, overlapping outro] +It's like that y'all +Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all +W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! +It's like that y'all +Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all +W.T.C. son, we back y'all! + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Cappadonna)] +Y'all mothafuckas don't know how to act when y'all hold somethin, huh? +It's time to give that shit up now nigga, for real +The Blair Witch is back yo +(Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real nigga!) +Y'all little bitch niggas +When y'all see me none of y'all niggas better say peace +For real! +Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit +Y'all frontin +We let it slide for a couple of years and shit +Yeah, for real, it's like.. +Y'all mothafuckas know boy +************************************************** +Gorilla Hood(feat. Solomon Childs) + +[Intro: movie sample] +Though we stand in the shadow of death +The lord is our God + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +It's so much that I take the streets back so fast +Everybody thinkin' it's not gon' last +I, got bad news, bad news, brot'man and I'm gon' stay alive +I think you want my bitches, I envy I owe niggas +I'm gonna reach the sky, get on some food and we ain't gon' stop now + +[Ghostface Killah] +I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas +Fuck if I cook coke with niggas +Operate over snow, and I brought cold techs for bitches +Drapped out in them goose lick bitches +You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow +Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' +Tryin' to come up out that +Eric B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck +Like a dust joint, I'll have your whole hood stuck +This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with gold carts +Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch +Get the blade whip money, fuck your fame to part +The part when you see Starks, duck low +Fuck up a rapper on the regular +Blow his fuckin' arms off his cellular +This is Don Mattengly, Don Bailer, Don King or don anything +A monster, silver back gorilla, pa +Though I sleep outside the bing + +[Chorus: Solomon Childs] +Introducing Staten Island +New York, New York, the Theodore Unit (It's yourz) +And we bringin' back the Twin Towers +We military, puttin' control on you cowards (It's yourz) +Introducing Staten Island +New York, New York, told me show 'em how the niggas shine (It's yourz) +This for the holes in my momma's sock +The scene's marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (It's yourz) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Bulletproof goose pillows +I'm still alive since the last time I left +Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head +Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red +Fuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles +Blow a hole through an avocado, blitz murder Verrazano +Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school nigga +Placed a burner in my hand, 'cause I was very eager +Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele +Bricks we buy and sell, we made it, it's on, when fam post bail +When they ran up in, near the house, Pops went through hell +2 O'Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo's on +Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas +Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is +M.C. Ultra, you be suprised by the size of my hostler, bitch +The reason why I be dissin' y'all niggas is cause y'all 0 for 6 +You hero head muthafuckas, I'll expose you quick +Fuck around and get your waffle split +Y'all morocco when I cock let the Glock go, got those bridge +Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids +Body up your fuckin' man just like the Narco's did + +[Chorus] +[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Solomon Childs)] +Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man) +Muthafuckas, you need man (tired of niggas tellin' niggas) +Fuck that, it's Theodore (niggas talkin' all flagrant) +(y'all niggas is fuckin' up, son) +Let me say somethin', let me say somethin' one time (go head) +I'mma bust one of these niggas wigs off 'em one time +My banger too big and been starvin' for one of these little punk ass niggas +(Yo these niggas like bad children) +I'mma start sendin' y'all niggas to the storm +(Where we from, y'all niggas don't know, fuck the rappers, God) +Y'all niggas whole style is chunky, straight up and down +We them '88 bankies, man, on the real man +(y'all niggas just war story niggas) +I'll smack you off stage while you on man +(Slap the shit out of one of y'all niggas) +Spit in your girl's mouth, bitch (Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up) +I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now (I'm tellin' you...) +************************************************** +Clips[Ghostface Killah] +Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! +Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G! +Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser! +Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you too, nigga! +'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?! +Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done! +Eat a dick nigga! + +[Verse 1] +Catch me in the 80's drop +Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby Glock +Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it +Capricorn, Aquarius +Lost so much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods +They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice +And only fuck with fly bitches that can fly and boost +And they ears be chandeliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?! +They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs +That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all +Fuck a state, light charge +My predicate status, irrelevant +My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants +Jumbo shits from New Orleans +Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends +Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla Bally's is mean +Can't none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! + +[Hook: Trife Da God] +Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners +Sic the beasts on you, turn mothers to mourners +Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags +Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks +"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas +Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash +Cause we cut from the same cloth +Big guns ready to bang off +Slide off the cables and take the rings off! + +[Verse 2] +We hold the weight of four Synagogues +Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars +Going mad wetting 'em +Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexing 'em +Paris crew, little dudes, please! I was repping 'em +Niggas couldn't come through (word) +That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggas like crazy glue +Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around! +The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town! +She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no Heinz +Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine +She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes +So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die +Its the tale of the Crips and Bloods, pimps and thugs +Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug +On that note I'm a say peace! +Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth! + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist +Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick +My semi, they call it the crouching tiger +A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers +Peel your potato like Ore-Ida +On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter +Fuck your mural! Fuck your hood! +You ain't a street legend like me! +Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty +I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke +And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "E" +Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep +And cruising deserts mad heavy into salt treats +I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty +Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues +Picking niggas off by the Red Sea +And did it all for Ghost, sniffing on caffeine! +************************************************** +No No No (The Splash)[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +We-we-we sound and tell the people +About the musical disc coming your way! +(Buck-bu-bu-buck! Brrr-bu-bu-buck! +Ghostface Killah!) + +[Ghostface Killah] +I'd love to make you happy, buy an island off Miami +Feed your mother and your family, my wildest fantasies +Take place, overlooking real high mountains +They wrote our name in the sky, see baby, we bout it! +This is all us, Adam and Eve if you want +This time, we respect God's work from the jung' +That's all you ever said, Ghost fed, many heads +Broke dead, I'm going bald, girl, I can't grow dreads +Kiana told Deb, on the moped +CiCi Vet on the beach steps give me slow neck +She's lyin', she be on X +She's tired, she a house wreck (that's right) +Don't buy it, tell me why you said that ("Cause you left me...") +I never left you, you left me +You thought if you break out from the kids, you'll be stress free +Talkin' bout it, baby, you my first lady +You let me suck up on them nipples +When I get cranky, and taste your kitty +So girl, won't you on come back down to Earth +Once you land on the Rock, you gonna always see a dirt +Face first, they the worst, they searched and searched +And the worst, don't it hurt, my love, stay alert + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Two things that you can't touch: My money, my girl +The he-say and she-say could fuck up your world +Playa-haters, perpetrators, house-breakers +Can you see the fact that nigga try'nna live life? +I was raised in a jungle, and stumbled on hills +And didn't nobody ask me on how did I feel +But that sugar and my spice, that's wife +She's my lady, and we just wanna live right, uh + +[Outro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +No, no, no... you don't love me and I know now... +No, no, no... you don't love me, yes, I know now... +Tell the people (I see you) +Tell the people (I see you) +No, no, no... I'll do anything for... +************************************************** +Killah Intro[Sample] +Hahahaha +Ghostface Killer +I bet you'd forgotten me, maybe thought I was dead +Get out of here fast, this man's a killer +Hahahaha, hahahaha +************************************************** +Belt Holders/Eldarado[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo + +[Ghostface Killah] +Portable DATs, Sony headphones +El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown +Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie +Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets +Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice +Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies +Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby +Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers +Do it for cee-lo games, cases, battle for bitches +Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did +Life is wonderful, fly living rooms, brass brooms +Catch me in the city of Watts, dusted out with Doc Doom +Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you need Neo +Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O +Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's +Send them, my throat is the top session for men +Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by dopes +Fuck around and get rocked for three notes +And fuck your bitch ass alligators +When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough made us + +[Raekwon] +Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful whips +Slapped up bouncers, pouches +Ball like a unit, fly fragrance, faceless +Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got lynched +We all pornographic, taylor made mortals +Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on, ballers +Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas money +Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches +The rich version of black, skyscraper paper +Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit match +Tri-colored diamonds, foreign color five +All kinds of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we giants +************************************************** +Heard it All Before[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yes, yes, we like to thank you +You are the 77th caller +You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all that +How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll) +Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface +Check this joint out right here, it's new, word up + +[Ghostface Killah] +I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap +Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack +Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back +Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horses +Scarface breeze when I speak, the all bosses +Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous +Two years, been through like six divorces +Not to talk and put my business in the street, but +I'm like cement, I rock over beats +Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff +Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's +See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deacons +Have the whole church praying for Ghost +When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits +The big shit, you might get burned with +God-body fly automobiles with grills +Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel +A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still +Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel +It's the takeover, breaks over, make something +For funny ass faggots who won't hand that cake over +Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles +Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you +Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you +Punk motherfucka... + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +All you talk is poor... +All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that +But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now +I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down + +[Ghostface Killah] +Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write rhymes +Glide on beats, and we high from the police +The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean +They can smell mark money, truck and mad bummy +Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel Paisley +Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop +I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S +There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase +Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Alfa Romeo's +Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole +I play on niggas like stop and go +And tell the other liquors that Don pop more +And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho +Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost +The Enterprise worth billions, delay America +To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion +Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs +New York Times call it my best work, bump to it +You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's +Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families +Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead +Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's right +And the only one rockin' those threads +See these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head + +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birds +But the more you bite my style, the more I learn +Your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now +I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +God, yeah, party people +You are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio +777 F.M. and all that, no doubt +It's real right about now, yeah +The dance floor is packed and all that +Everything lookin' glory, I see asses +I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air +Come one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore" +Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeah +That was chunky and all that +No doubt, but yo, where Staten Island at? +Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on +Yeah, check-check-check-check me out +Check-check-checkin' me out, come on +Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out +Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt +************************************************** +Stand UpBe friends wit'cha gram! + +I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight + +Hey you, blow your whistle +Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah) + +Tune my voice out, tune my mic out +Tune my voice out, tune my mic out +Yo, this is how we rock +This is how we rock +This is how we rock, rock + +Hey you, blow your whistle + +Yeah, we in the joint yo +We in the joint +Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream + +Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up +(Ah shit!) +I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight +(Stand up, yeah) +Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together +(Put your motherfuckin' hand in the air) +I want you to stand on up! +Now I got something to tell ya +(Swing it from left to right) +I'll tell you, now that I think about it +(Yeah) +And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together +(Play with this, you can't play with this) +Come on now, get a groove going +(Uh) + +Yeah + +Hey you, blow your whistle + +Yo, yo, yo +Yo tony, what up? +Heard your dick was good + +You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood + +Never that dog +From where you can never hit it +Throw a razor in my mouth on the low +And suck ya dick wit' it + +The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick +Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless +Heavyweight dick in ya jaw +Good lickin' fom ya lips, now baby girl throw the song + +Yo, yo, yo +Aye yo Tony, you phoney +We both signed to Sony +But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what + +Yeah, what, put your money on my dick +Girls, all eyes on my dick + +Yo, yo, yo +Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies +My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee? +Who bang?, be'More and Wu Tang, new thang +Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs +Official, now I bite through gristle +Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island +While in the meantime, spit mean lines +Fuck clean rhymes, like mine's grimmy +Like my niggas be +Picture me, coming off soft +Y'all just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes +Makin' bitches swallow 9's, re-define +This rap shit, make my shit a classic +Like Bethoven, stay posin' +For the camera, stamina +Like a crackhead, and crackheads are amateurs +You try me, no in-between like why to Z +Pick brains like labotomies +Still thoughts to charts of Billboard's +Throw pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like still-born's + +I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up +(What, what, what) +I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight +(Stand up baby, stand up baby) +Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together +I want you to stand on up! +(Stand up yo) +Now I got something to tell ya +I'll tell you, now that I think about it +(Yeah, what, what, what) +And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together + +I'm like Spider-Man's fifth brother up in the Clan +Drop like crap's that's scattered all up in ya van +Skelly-man crook, character star +In Donna Boines book +MG--M, Heaven and Hell, sat with the cook +With the big spice bone, red hair's is killin' me +Knotted up, twisted and green +Seen them crystal's in that rap yo +And get Barear +Bear hug and five hundred ounce of that Staision +Wild man, Sarah +Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds +Caked hands like Dai Smith, rap haggler with a fade +Magillia, Charli Baltimore with Hazel driftin' withdrawels +Wind Face start with the Killah +Stood still, a whole river chill +Looked up and got dogged, that's when RZA started to build + +Hey yeah! +I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up +Hey yeah! +I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up + +Hey you, blow your whistle + +What, what, what, what! + +Aye yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley +Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spaids be +Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck +Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn +Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan +With get like Remo spray can, suga the ram +Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell +Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails +Salt range, short order tab +Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half +Meet dime O's, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole +Change though, crush the birds inside the strip pose + +Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom +Lancin' in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson +Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's +Sabotage N.Y. with snipe's and 79's +Channel 9's scene street team made news with who's +Charli, every 16 bars be +Sickening, peep the scription +Rhyme vixen +Keep the clips in tact, watch ya back +Ain't done yet, 8-Spunett +Poison webbers +Spider-Woman, two legged, how we did it +What! + +Come on and get a groove goin'! + +Hey you, blow your whistle +Hey you, blow your whistle + +Now clap your hands and say yeah + +Yeah + +Now let me count it off +1 2 3 + +Hey +Hey, hey, hey yeah! +I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up +************************************************** +Tony’s Money* Bonus track on the LP Version of "Put it on the Line" + +[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, ain't nothing man +Niggas, niggas just should of paid me my stacks, man +You know whatimean, these niggas sending me tracks +And ain't try'nna not to pay the kid, man +But fuck that, fuck 'em +I don't give what producers -- who produced, what +I'm deading niggas on they tracks, what +Cock suckers fucking with me.. +Yeah, yo, this what happens when niggas send me shit +And don't pay me my fucking money + +[Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo (come on), Pretty Toney should of got his dough +We was rhymin through the brooms and street, with eight years old +Take us back to eighty eight, you couldn't catch our flow +A group of kids, so original, (you heard?) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Tony 'Tana with big hammers, for bad manners, who got 'em +We kiss cannons for Scrams and his crew, and his wack dancers +Biting is forbidden, pa, pay that tax +And don't you ever look at us funny, come on, boy, we'll bring rap back +And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men +With dynomites, real hip-hop'll do you in +Floor you like Dyu Ku Kim, I'm loo-looing +Hoola hoop on bitches, cuckoo for brand new pins +Cut Masta Killa, make sure we cut classics +Buck bastards in broadday and tuck caskets +Next to Uday and Qusay, hopped in the coupe, shoot the P.A +And just lay, whooptie, whooptay +Use to loose spaldings, and snatch a dude's toupee +Since tuning in, to T-La Rock and A.J +Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of O.J +Girls you can go cruisin in my O'Jay + +[Hook] +************************************************** +Smooth Sailing[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, behind those mahogany walls +Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers +While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L +Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats +To another jail, and his banger is old fire +He's locked up with them dudes from the fucking Wire +That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough +And flossed all through the house, robe on, ruger out +Homebuyers see the sign, yeah ya'll, I'm moving out +In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out +Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates +With big giant wall units, even the front grass +Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall +I even put work in, under the floor +In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw +Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call + +[Hook: Solomon Childs] +Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing +When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing +I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down +Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found + +[Solomon Childs] +Where the fuck is the kids crown? +Lady luck breathing all over the dikes +With 745 airlines, the color of Cajun rice +This the passion of Christ, done seen it and felt it all +Til rats shit in my boots, like how the fuck the rats get in my boots +A brown metal that sizzles, wrap up more dead meat then riddles +Injuries that have you missing more games than Kerry Kittles +There's a war going on outside, you hear the fiddles? +And you so called 'units', go 'head and jump +And get your body severed apart with pumps + +[Trife Diesel] +Aiyo, watch who you talk around, cuz ya'll seen niggas snitching +And they quick to turn on you like keys in the ignition +Niggas start submitting, when them slugs is spitting +And believe me, that shit'll hurt like when your drugs is missing +Yo, these bullets ain't thug resistant, and they see a nigga dying +Choking off his own blood is sickening +Picture that, now picture this, picture me running in your lab +Like Allen Iverson waving the fifth +But this ain't no domestic dispute, go 'head and get cute +Force my hand, and see if I'm connected with loot +Somebody gon' find your body on the stitching of the roof +The art of gunplay, I stay perfected when I shoot +And this ain't a lottery, but ya'll dudes can 'take seven' +The slugs'll have your ass 'burning up' like Faith Evans +Facial expressions change when you're facing that weapon +Nigga, your ass gon' die, try to escape within sessions +************************************************** +Man Up (Remix)[Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah (Solomon Childs)] +(Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down +(Man up) Whether music or four pounds +(Man up) Ain't no need to know me well +We can get the drama popping, homey, I won't tell + +[Ghostface Killah] +Welcome to Saints Row, the home of the gun clappers +Small time criminals, sneak divas and car jackers +Where the streets fight back and shoot-outs are bound to happen +Ain't nobody scrapping, all of these killas is taking action +Gang wars, yea, we bang to the death, gaining respect +In an intelligent city, be smart and wear ya vest +Watch your right just as well as your left +Cuz nine out of ten times, we'll creep from behind and blow the tech +Heat holding, whip stolen, while police is patrolling +Flashing they lights, telling us to pull over, we keep going +On a high speed chase from the law, out on parole +Swerving out of control, with the gas pedal to the floor +I'm on a deathwish, driving wreckless with no headlights +Running through roadblocks, and we ain't stopping at red lights +That's how the game go, switch up, and change clothes +Watch your back, when you walk through the streets of Saints Row, nigga + +[Hook 2X: Trife Diesel] + +[Trife Diesel] +Enter the real world, where corrupt cops and vigilante's lurk +Henchmen, put in position to do my handywork +Mob bosses, hire hitmen, to get your family merked +No matter right or wrong, remember to put your family first +We in the gutter, watching for undercovers, slinging butter +Posted up on the corners, me and my brothers +Sex, money and drugs, the hungriest thugs +Sleep with my burner, and wash with my gun in the tub +Posted up in the back of the club, we doing it +That's a nice outfit on your back, don't make me ruin it +First class, serving shots like a stewardess +Gun out the hoster, now come a little closer so you can view the fifth +Blood stains, bullets'll drain you until you fluidless +Barely escaped with the jaws of life, when your Buick flipped +That's how the game go, switch up, and change clothes +Watch your back or fall flat in the traps of Saints Row, playa + +[Hook 2X: Trife Diesel] +************************************************** +ABC[Ghostface Killah] +Chunky, ???, Brolic, Please be careful with my chains +Stop palyin games, It costs too much +The jewelry man said it might attract feds +The few men that wanted shit was found dead +See it's not a game, The power I possess is real +Wait up, Money caked up, Tape ducts and kill +Rock my gold bow, Polo robes, Scrooge McDuck shit +Uncle Ghost will download gold, Whether sixth floor Brooklyn house +Slid through quietly then took the house +Spazed out on the faggot then they moved me out +Hurry check the box office my new movie's out +I'm not feelin broke niggas that be frontin for nothin +Stuntin, Wanna rock Playboy I keep it comin +Word to Granny I'm quick to buck fifty somethin +I'll be right up on that ass like you sixty somethin +Come on + +[Ghostface Killah] +Big head ants, Lamps that glow +Goldfish with gold chains hangin from they necks, They swim slow +Watch me poke Vics, Sit slick, Throw Vicks on it +Ship shit, Kick Arabic, Bag bricks, Karate kicks, Fly Wu bitch +Don't hesitate to clap a sugar woogy, Just do it +Hop in the Buick and bounce, Harry's lounge +************************************************** +On My KneesIntro: +I can't fall down on my knees +(i thought you loved me) +(if you really loved me you would have stayed with me) +And apologize to you +(and apologized to me thats all i'm askin) +But that ain't my style +(well let me hear wat you had to say earlier) + +Verse 1: +I remember how me met +It was on the train +How could i forget +You smiled when you looked at me +The soft of your lips that captured me +The whole ride down +We kept our eyes on each other +And then me sat, down together +You gave me your number +Said 'give me a call' +I thought i wouldn't call at all... +But here we are +Fell in love +Like hand to glove +Pure bliss from above +Now all we seem to do is fuss and fight +We never seem to get it right +See there's too much fire so much desire +So i took a little pill to take me higher +I'm sorry if i hurt you when i ran astray +I guess i got caught in the day- heyey + +Chorus +I can't fall down on my knees +And apologize to you +It not in my style (x2) + +Verse 2: +I remember the night +When we were all alone +You were on the sofa +I was on the phone +You over heard me call out my best friends name +Thats when you went crazy +Started going insane +Grabbed the phone from my hand +Backed me against the wall +Shouting and askin 'who was on the call?' +You would believe me +When i said it was just a friend +Thats when all the madness began + +You kept yellin while i stuck to the floor +Cryin all these tears, i can't cry them no more +I knew you had a temper +I wish i didn't see it +You wanted me to be faithful +I said i could be it +But that didn't stop you +From puttin your hands on my face +You said you simply had to 'put me into my place' +At the end of every tunnel +Theres always a light +And the door will show whose right + +Chorus: +I can't fall down on my knees +And apologize to you +Cause it not in my style (x2) + +Hook: +He's got you begging on your knees +Crying in you sleep +Making you believe him +But you're stronger +Then you'll ever know girl +You control your own world +No need to take no more! (x2) + +Verse 4:(Rap) +Hey yo yo yo +I asked you to calm down +Asked you who was on the phone +Put the horn down +Had a glass of wine +From a 99 yeah a green one +Which i bought for you from the cruise you won +I dun approve of those male friends +I told you back then when we first got together +That i don't trust those men +And you did it again +I lost my temper +Blinked out and wrecked the house boo +Thats all i remember i'm sorry (sorry Sorry) + +Chorus: +I can't fall down on my knees +And apologize to you +Cause that not in my style(x4) +************************************************** +Reflections of C.R.E.A.M. (Interlude 2)[Interviewer] +So I mean after over 25 years in the game +Man you got over a dozen albums +I mean what do you feel like, or how do you feel like +The game has changed from '93 'til now in your life + +[Ghostface Killah] +Man the game changed 'cause it's a new wave +It's a new wave for children that's up in the game +You know music is different +Radio is different +You know it ain't the same +Like if we would have come out with C.R.E.A.M. right now we never would have gotten played +Because all this would have blocked it +You know I mean even though it would have been dope +But it's like, there's so much other stuff that's out +There's like millions of rappers now +You know what I mean, back then we had to fight for our spot +We had to rhyme for it, you know what I mean +Like now you just go on the computer +And you can do anything and you gonna get views +You know what I mean, even if it's super whack +You might get like 5 million views off of super whack +Just something you doing stupid +You know what I mean so that's the difference +Back then it was like yo this is footwork +You know what I mean you gotta move the album +************************************************** +Girls Callin’[Intro: Elephant Man] +Uh huh, ladies can't resist, ladies + +[Elephant] This is Elephant +[Ghostface] Ghostface this +[Elephant] This we have make di girls can't resist +[Elephant] This is Elephant +[Ghostface] Ghostface this +[Elephant] Make girls turn and twist, you know!!! + +[Ghostface] +This is Ghostface and Elephant +Make them girls come, come and come again +So go get your bike go run and tell a friend +It's Ghostface and Elephant + +[Chorus: Elephant Man] +Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night +Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night + +[Verse 1: Elephant Man] (*Woman Orgasm) +Mi mek she seh (*) When mi put it in (*) +Oonu fi listen in, it hot but she still a scream like Friday di thirteenth +Should a see di foot a kick up +When di dick up and stick up pon who she pick up +Flat pon har back couldn't get up +Neva know a so mi sit up +Regula mi run regula to mi sit up +One 'mount a M&M mi see she pick up +Like a monk she feel mi flick up +She seh Elephant to get di cookin kit up +Oonu tek it back wait a fah she get up +When mi get di legs lift up +Mi bend it and send di drill beat up +Amount pound a ram mi see she drip up +Gal dem seh yah bout a talk we a di boss +Memba seh fi we cocky nuh soft, patty now a we laugh +Girls put inna first class +Champion jockey derby winna yeah we neva run last +Get outta control, how dem so cold +Mi love fi see when body a roll, dem rise inna mi pole +Where dem at dem caan hold +Hundred degrees she ready fi come melt di North Pole + +[Chorus: Elephant Man] +Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night +Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo! It's about that time for me to go in +Now me I'm a, take my time and I'm a, ease it in +Then I'm a, ram it in and don't you be panickin +Whose dick on your clit stiff as a manequin +Bawl you up, fold you up, cut the pillow under your gut +Fuck, cause when we fuck best believe were gonna get stuck +So, take that sugar uh, and that sugar +Don't be scared I make that ass alot bigger +Made you shiver, quiver +Tell your friends put there order in I deliver Ghost that nigga +He hit things that make you come quicker +Like, hit it from the back and feel the long thicker +White chicks or sisters, latin Manhattan +Bitches I stop tappin raggin those ridiculous +Can't resist this nasty black licorice +I let off I'm quittin and rubbin it right where your nipple is + +[Chorus: Elephant Man] +Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night +Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah & Elephant Man] +Yo, yo, yo this is Tony and Ele and we smash them hoes +Keep a half a pound a ganja in the bid all rolls +Lampin, in the far places light we light can't be right +And chant murder and keep the walls damp +From Jamaica to Staten Island, y'all put your hands in the air +When y'all hear this shit y'all start whylin +Pop one for Kingston (Blaow!) +In every hood that be holdin it down in the struggle +Tony starts sluggin + +[Elephant] This is Elephant +[Ghostface] Ghostface this +[Elephant] This we have make di girls can't resist +[Elephant] This is Elephant +[Ghostface] Ghostface this +[Elephant] Make girls turn and twist, you know!!! +[Elephant] This is Elephant +[Ghostface] Ghostface this +[Elephant] This we have make di girls can't resist +[Elephant] This is Elephant +[Ghostface] Ghostface this +[Elephant] Make girls turn and twist, you know!!! + +[Ghostface] +This is Ghostface and Elephant +Make them girls come, come and come again +So go get your bike go run and tell a friend +It's Ghostface and Elephant + +[Chorus: Elephant Man] +Hear girls callin (Shizzle) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night +Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in +Hear girls callin, all night +************************************************** +Tell Your Friends (Remix)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Midnight, staring out the view from the condo +Half a pound on the table, blunt wraps in my ?? shine Joe ?? +Lounging on the gunplay +Haven't burnt a nigga in 4 days +Fuck it, I'm all in mi casa +Sheepskin 'Lo slippers and lambskin boxers +Four hundred thousand under the ice are cold lobsters +A bad bitch, her silhouette behind my shower curtain +The fog in the mirror's a stick, I couldn't see her curves, and +So butt naked I became right +I put my weapon near the sink right there in plain sight +I jumped in, she did a line off me +??? Wilin' like Stevie J chick, she sniffed a dime off me +Heated floors, par-quet!! +I ate her pussy while she drying off, ??? sorbet! +Starks feeling like James Bond +I fucked on a hundred thousand green, Draymond! +Pretty dick, back it up, hoes get they gag on +Nosebleeds, honestly, how can they just pass it up? +I don't cum quick, uh-uh, that's them little niggas +I fuck like my dick screwed on, go and tell them bitches +************************************************** +No No No[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +We-we-we sound and tell the people +About the musical disc coming your way! +(Buck-bu-bu-buck! Brrr-bu-bu-buck! +Ghostface Killah!) + +[Ghostface Killah] +I'd love to make you happy, buy an island off Miami +Feed your mother and your family, my wildest fantasies +Take place, overlooking real high mountains +They wrote our name in the sky, see baby, we bout it! +This is all us, Adam and Eve if you want +This time, we respect God's work from the jung' +That's all you ever said, Ghost fed, many heads +Broke dead, I'm going bald, girl, I can't grow dreads +Kiana told Deb, on the moped +CiCi Vet on the beach steps give me slow neck +She's lyin', she be on X +She's tired, she a house wreck (that's right) +Don't buy it, tell me why you said that ("Cause you left me...") +I never left you, you left me +You thought if you break out from the kids, you'll be stress free +Talkin' bout it, baby, you my first lady +You let me suck up on them nipples +When I get cranky, and taste your kitty + +So girl, won't you on come back down to Earth +Once you land on the Rock, you gonna always see a dirt +Face first, they the worst, they searched and searched +And the worst, don't it hurt, my love, stay alert + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Two things that you can't touch: My money, my girl +The he-say and she-say could f**k up your world +Playa-haters, perpetrators, house-breakers +Can you see the fact that nigga try'nna live life? +I was raised in a jungle, and stumbled on hills +And didn't nobody ask me on how did I feel +But that sugar and my spice, that's wife +She's my lady, and we just wanna live right, uh + +[Outro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +No, no, no... you don't love me and I know now... +No, no, no... you don't love me, yes, I know now... +Tell the people (I see you) +Tell the people (I see you) +No, no, no... I'll do anything for... +************************************************** +Struggle[Hook: sample] +All my life, it's been one big struggle +Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all... + +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I was born and raised in New York City +The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jays and the Biggies +Ralph Iceys, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high-tech +Our appearance is we still in the grind, and direct +But on my side of town shit's gorilla, phone booths is broke +Behind the building niggas on post +What up, Doc? What up, Lord? I'm chilling +These motherfuckers got my name and my face +Placed up in every building +You see what that do to the children, that ain't right +I've been raised in these projects, damn near, all my life +And these faggots wanna do this to me, I'mma lay low +And blow that cop, son, you watch +No lie, word to my momma, dunn +They don't want the drama, thunn, 'member me in '86? +Knocked out four cops, got knocked on the outer bridge +Bagged me with two clips, a fifth of Bacardi Dark +I spared them, cause all of them left with they body parts +I'm not crazy; I'm lulu, I will Larry Davis these spades +You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu +The Culture Pound'll go thru dude, and ricochet off his shoulder +Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles +Fuck it.. + +[Hook: sample] +All my life, it's been one big struggle +Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all... + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +I'mma tell ya motherfuckers something, my struggle is real +Threw ketchup on my rice, 'cause there was no meat with the meal +My dog was better off alone, he ate when I ate, if not days later +Two weeks old cold shit, straight out the refrigerator +Ran away a few times, then boom, went to Dee and fried them +Prior to that, burning rulers, we was getting high in the Hill +So many cracks we done crushed up in dollar bills +It's a shame, didn't smoke once plain; don't pass me that +I had escaped that, then dust took over +Hit bags of red devil, bundels leaking, had put the hood in a coma +Hustling backwards and off balance, turkey and cheese heros +And nutriments, kept a nigga belly full +Fresh cut and fresh kicks, thinking it was cool, now I'm telling you +A grown man still in the struggle, vouch for my brothers too +And sisters, all across the globe, fuck the past +Fix the future, I'm sent here to spread the message, come on + +[Hook: sample] +All my life, it's been one big struggle +Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all... +************************************************** +Mama[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Keyshia Cole)] +Damn, this is for all my women thats been going through the struggle +On welfare, living the rough life (oh I cried, but see I'm thankful) +It's gone be alright, thats right (Thankful for the trouble +For holding me down, every day, oh yeah..) +This is how we gone do it, I want you to explain your story +Then I'mah tell you mine, tell 'em +(Uh, can't ask for any more.. more...) +Tell 'em Keyshia.. + +[Chorus: Keyshia Cole] +Momma, where did you go wrong +Because I need to know +You got me living the life you were living +When you were young... +And I'm heading down the same path, uh +But the difference between me and you +Is, oh, hey, hey, hey + +[Ghostface Killah] +There's not a difference, boo, it's real life.. + +It's not ya momma fault, it's ya fathers fault +It's your fathers fault your mother is an alcoholic +Confusin the brain from the booze and the pain +And plus he cheated on her, beated on her, smack dead in the rain +She Lost her first child in 74 +And that lead to nervous breakdowns bicardi dark she downin it raw +She can't take it she constantly cryin fallin down on her knees +Like help me lord please I'm ready to leave +All she needed was somebody to rub her feet +Give her a nice hug and rescue her from off these streets, come on + +[Chorus] + +[Ghostface Killah] +There's not a difference, boo, it's only an 8-figure, back me up + +I been sent by an angel to snatch you up +Take you way above the clouds and back you up +At night you can lay in my arms feel the heart beatin +Don status in the sheets I'm keepin you warm +Ain't no nigga gone do what I do +Imah take care of you and ya kids +Take the bent and go handle ya biz +The bills is paid,the cable back on +I quote you know the seeds want they nickleodeon on +I'm not ashamed to sport you +Floss you or gloss you out +Fat, skinny out of shape i'll dior you out + +[Chorus] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Wipe ya eyes.. + +Yo in the hood theres a struggle +My girls is in trouble +She lackin guidance in the mind shes blinded and puzzled +Her pops never showed her the ropes +Her moms raised mad kids on her own +She never had a strong man in her home + +[Keyshia Cole w/ Ghost ad-libs] +Stay stroooooooooong +Oh, hey, said we're gonna stay strong +No matter what +Yeah.. we're still here to see, hey... (that's my baby, that's my baby) + +[Chorus] + +[Outro: Keyshia Cole] +Gotta keep the hood up through all the struggle +No matter what, you know what I'm saying? +Keep your heart in the right place +************************************************** +Wise[Ghostface Killah] +I think it happened on a Saturday +I heard the phone ring, ding, ding +Who this? 'Vine yo.. +Wise guy killed last night by the Tracks +It was the same Ohio niggas teamed up +Sent 'em back, we shoulda thrilled a long time ago +We went this recording, now we owe +The devil slit trough, without an intro +Yo 'Vine, it can't be! +Wise guest-starring me +Can it be, we both got hit +God legendary, he a General +He survived Adolph +Hard to even picture god eaten by gray dogs +He stated his word +And he solemnly sweared +To tell the truth, that his bond was like +"Your out of cure boo" +Wisegod Allah, warrior +XY chromosome, sat heavy on the throne +Touched something for you +Y'all Steubenville niggas f**ked up +Becouse bitches is talking +They living, i'm twisting +You alleybag +You killed my man, you killed my man +And you sent him back +After this day, watch your hats +Slugs flying everywhere +You could smell havoc in the air +You can never get the god, yeah +Now i'm cypher +You've been driving off the same battery +We had, back in '91 that got you hyper +God been beautiful, god been great +God fed you, you'd die if he survived that take +You killed your king, Rakeem Allah +Gave him his light, he was your offspring +Camouflage dog, days was green +One righteous man fought for his right, gods pupil +Yo, that's my fam, we snatch me out of big head van +We taught you how to get gates, from sayin' "peace god" +Islamic translate Allah's tongue, spit the language hard +Alex Haley thoughts, identical twin +My a-alike, the days close +The days close, how'd you know! + +[The Dramatics] +Once the sun comes out and the rain is gone.. +I know I'm gonna see, a better day +I know I think I'm crying, becouse of you +I'm crying, don't want you to see me cry +Love you Wise, love you Wise, love you Wise! + +[Chorus (x3)] +I wanna go outside, in the rain... +It may sound crazy, it may sound crazy +But I wanna go outside, in the rain... +************************************************** +Tony/MontanaI play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen +Cause pussy is the best next thing besides women +All the position I've been in couldn't explain how I'm living +My vision my intuition has risen +Here take a listen I'm hitting +Up to bat with precision +Sealing bags in the kitchen +Slinging crack to these pigeons +For the fact that I'm driven +My linebackers is missing +Send you back and good rides +Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden +Keep my gun hidden niggas is bitches signing petitions +And they providing convictions +See I survive through the system under the livest conditions +My riders ride on a mission for snitching +You get your back blown right out of commission +You'll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes +Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses +Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors +Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents +The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures +We click on religious niggas for acting too superstitious +Move cause the group is viscous +Shoot if you want your wishes to blow +See trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches + +My design is already made +So young an so strong +And just waiting to be saved +My life's no longer in the hands of district attorneys or envious niggas +Who thirsty cause I'm OT with prince with thirty moving like magic +But niggas ain't worthy like Michael cooper when I shoot I aim sturdy +Mother maiden mother fuck em +Rhymes so dope I hope I make it through customs +We can take it to the streets like a game at the rucker +They claim they love us but all that changes +When you on and they fucked up dog ain't no flaws in a hustla +I ain't no longer in state greens and chuckers +Waiting for the beach port and the breaks streets oughta relate +I see it all in your face the window to your soul ain't tinted +You want to see me falling from grace +No way nigga I'm stretching my weight like cocaine dealers +What they gonna say now the flow way iller +If dough change things I'm no longer the same +But what I became does not conflict with from where I cam +I was dealing with caine like cold chilla back when lyricist rained +And dope was killing em, any MC who think they ill as me +Or real as me should chill I mean that's your opinion +But my raps is relentless like a mac with an infra +And I'm back with a vengeance, like Sprewell smashing the Knicks +After they shipped him despite the fans resistance +Big and 'Pac is up top so the nicest man living is right here +Its quite clear like diamonds that glisten +************************************************** +Outroduction[Michael Rapaport] +Yo, Ghost Killah Lost Tapes. You hear that dusty shit? You hear that soul shit? You hear that fly shit? The man has been an inspiration to me and to millions and gillions of motherfuckers for years, one of a kind. There's only one Ghostface Killah; there's only one Pretty Toney; there's only one Starkey Love; there's only one Ghost Deini. Yo, from the bottom of my heart. What an honor, what a privilege to be walking you through the Ghostface Killah Lost Tapes. Michael Rapaport. Sincerely, sincerely this was— this was— this— yo, yo Deini this is my motherfucking privilege dude. This is my motherfucking honor dude. Asked me "Yo, would I be a part," I say where and when. There's no questions asked. To be a part of the Ghostface Killah shit, to be a part of some Ghostface Killah shit, to be a part of the Ghost— the Ghost Lost Tapes. Where and when? Sign me up, I'm ready to go. I'm out. Deini +************************************************** +The MaskHead on straight, mask on crooked +Exit stage left with the cash, gone took it +Off like a koufi, the fit was a bit doofy +He tried to get screwy, with that "two for you +One, two for me, G," cut the cranky attitude +Wet him like a handkerchief on a stanky fatter dude +Whether you's a rapper or dang sanger +Once you in the zone only one way out, like a gang banger +With a new crew keychain and street name +What set do he claim for fame, peep game +Just to keep feta and stay dip +You need it like a letter or better a getaway whip +This old things rusted, encrusted as the gold rings the old kings busted +Plan to end global starvation and fat her +Now what in tarnation did I go and do that fer? +Stuff happens, like gettin' snuffed for tough tit rappin' +See, I told 'em enough, quit yer yappin' +The same applied to any and all chumps +The only question he had for y'all is how many lumps? +Three or four? either or? mon cheri amour +See, why you need your heater for? +The super villain slid in your party for free +Warn a emcee, get outta here kid, you bother me! + +The day I took my mask off my face was missin' for two days +For the record, G, came back a year later, whole new identity +Tony Starks pedigree, my money green like my nickname was celery +Who is Ghost who flashes toast, never wore sheets but bulletproof coats +Oh no! the fans cry for the mask back on +Told 'em "Ghost is dead, he'll return at the crack of dawn" +Few years from now, him and his pals before the Jetson-era arrived +He'll be back summertime, 2000 and 5, with a half a face iron +The other half water look like alien science +In the summertime, you can see the face boil +But the other side I keep blue with the Penzoil +Mad loyal, when the wintertime come, (what?) +I get stuck 'cause my brain all numb +Like I ate a thousand icee's and frozen Pepsi's +Aquaman's pops can't water-check me, disrespect me, indirectly +I seen his feet and they both lefty, he's steppin' half correctly +As I stroll the globe and terrorize the planet +With a Bill Clinton mask and them Playskool hammers +Me and DOOM, always be the best on the landin' +Superhero's for life, until our souls vanish +************************************************** +Milk Crates"I've got the feeling.. I hear the sound" + +[Ghostface Killah] +Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba +Run up in the large house and - throw out the Ruger +Some say I'm good - others pray - the want me to fall +Battle me - come one, come all - I leave ya jaw hangin' +New York City Slinger - Stark Nitty +I'm straight like a flat chester with some low titties +Plus my chain hangin' down to my dick +CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI +Black flicks - come on.. +We fuck prostitutes - tie 'em to the bed +Throw 'em in the lasso - givin' me backstage hed +Picture me in Isreal sandles - Gucci open-toe +Book of Life - two on Camay - no H2O +Bandit - I'm like Moses - split the sea +Y'all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster +Move crowds like the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme.. + +*musical breakdown* + + "Up next.." + +[Ghostface Killah] +Walter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay's +Spot niggas with K's - son they feelin' your ways +It's like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet +Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street +Walk under red light - sound went through Crown Heights +Even had 'em on bikes - they was startin' fights +New Years had 'em all drunk - lazy eye Milton +Found a bump - tried to buck and +Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night +Shit got hectic - barber Jim fuckin' old man Chef +But God shit's real as a fuck +Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs +Skeeter with no teeth - night train lips +Beefin' with police - Grade-A inch knees +Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'villes +Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill.. +Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs +************************************************** +Ghost & Giancana[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yea, yea +It's like rap pa', huh? What? +Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What? +Leave a mark on your face, duke +Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks +Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo.. + +[Ghostface Killah] +I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips +Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become +Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the graham cracker +Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in +Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt +Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up +7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines +It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle +Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal +Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in +Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion +Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten +Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call +Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C +Catch me in the spot with a guillotine + +[Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah] +In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life +Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife +This go to all real niggas that be shootin dice +Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life + +[Kool G. Rap] +Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome +Just watch how many minds get blown +When I cock mines behind your dome +They gon' find your bones +With your top popped behind your home +Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone +B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam +Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones +Blind every dime in the zone +Shit on every line in the poem +And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol' +B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones +Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks +Blast up and cut into four chunks +Shot down and not found for four months +Who playin outfield without a chest shield? +Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel +Nigga we 'bout reppin for real +Only take a second to peel +Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga +************************************************** +Clientele Kidd (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon] +Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is +Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah +Word up, blip blip blap blap blap +What up? + +[Hook x2: Polite] +Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know +There they go, here we go + +[Raekwon] +Aiyo Clientele Kidd +Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who hate ours get hit +Got rugby's on and 4/5ths +Attractin' them niggas I go against, the money was his +One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch +Then four minutes later they burgulars +I heard from the grapevine mine made it +Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up +And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics +Go against it and it's instant vendettas +He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' in +Crib in Africa with two lions +Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions +Came back wrapped it up, too sweet +The game is missin' somethin' unique +I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep + +[Hook x2: Polite] +CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds +CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin' +CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment +CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin' + +[Fat Joe] +Yeah uh +Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody +Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti +Just waitin' for Rae to give me the cue and +You see about 100 Puerto Rican niggas shootin' +Get down, lay down, we don't play around +I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around +It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened? +How you leave the dope game to persue rappin'? +Already knowin' that ya shit was trash +Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass +All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap +And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that +Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad +My niggas set it when we get in the yard +Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock +Straight punch in ya lung and you niggas gon' drop +What? + +[Hook x2] + +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah) +Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the Ac' up +Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass +As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah) +And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty +The first week we made him eat shit! +Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch +Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids +So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam? +Or you in the box laid under the floor? +Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? +My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls +Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack +We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact +Finish you off cuz I'm pressed for time +Your man and 'em will be next to die +Mothafucka! + +[Hook x2] + +[Hook x4] +************************************************** +In the Parks"Let's dance!" + +[Ghostface Killah] +Walked up Dr. Jay's, five niggas with K's +Son, they feelin' ya waves, it's like mayonaisse +Old people love you, corns on they feet +Fifteen, twenty deep, you walked in, cross streets +Walk 'em through red lights, Shaolin through Crown Heights +Even had 'em on bikes, they was starting fights +New Year's had 'em all drunk, lazy eye Milton +Found a pump, tired of busting 'em +Scotty snatched Janet's wig off, that night, shit got hectic +Barbara Jean fuckin' old man Shet +Good God, shit's real as a fuck, throw a buck +On Chuckle-Up, Thunderbird in cuffs +Skeeter with no teeth, night train lips +Beefin' with police, Grady hit knees +Dude blew a bag with him, he got butt naked in the 'villes +Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill +Throw a buck on, Chuckle-Up, Thunderbird in cuffs +************************************************** +My Guitar[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] +Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man +Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit +Talkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '30's +Niggas gettin' whole shit twisted, like...) +Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the block, over here? +(Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...) +Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?) +Yo, it's Tone! Open the f**kin' door +Tell that nigga (bitch) -- tell that nigga Jack to come out... +Where Jack at? Jack!... + +[Ghostface Killah] +So you said what, now? You got the whole shit twisted +That was the other day, pa, you just like them bitches +Faggot ass niggas, stay bumpin' they gums +Tell me why you were dirtyin' cops out, you never run +Are you holdin' something in? That the hood don't know +'cause if you are, get to truckin', bitch, 'cause you gotta go +It's not a threat, it's a promise, I tell you, don't make your mamma feel it +You'll be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, give problems to revealin' + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +Ya'll niggas kill me and ya'll, ya'll know ya'll booty +So please get your punk ass off the street +Please, please, do it for your family +Don't be stupid, don't make me use it +No, lord, 'cause you can't sell here, anymore... + +[Ghostface Killah] +Did you think I was playin'? When I told you before +You can't come back here, open you up like a pap smear +Actin' like you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here! +Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here! +Blaow, yo, I didn't smile, so, take off your jewelry, now then +So what you leg is bleedin' here, put this in your mouth and +Chew on the barrel of love, get lost in "lead-you" town +You look thirsty, I should of wet you down +But not now, you hear those sirens cryin' +Climbin', tryin' to Save Private Ryan +Bitch, nigga on the floor for lyin' and he whinin' +Diming on niggas, minin' your business +Perfect timin' for findin' bullshit sliders +Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga +************************************************** +The Rich[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] +Yeah... mm-hmm, yea... yea... +Yea... (what is it lord?) yo + +[Ghostface Killah] (Raekwon) {both} +Shootout in Stechman's, fire in the city {a block away} +(One of Rick shots hit Missy) +The reason why he did it, his tank {was on E} +(Crib got raided and lost) {about three} +Fifty in gear (ten in silverware) another sixty +{That was married to his neck, arm and ear} +Just got divorced, Stephanie left him for a ball player +Took the kids and moved to Georgia +(Should I be as a man-thinker, for every action) There's a re-action +Seeing his case, he started spazzing +Gamma len in my only Clark, green and yellow God-God +(Size nine Magic, show face, fucking with stars) +Craig Mack blowout, braided (You got the new shit son?) +Bet he find a way {to out date it} +(Timberland mineral was rusted, man made corruption, taylor made producton) +He had a seed in a Wally jumper, Ronny Bump nephew +Butt ass, balled up in a corner in a comforter +Paulette was his main wiz, she guzzled 99 bananas +Squeezing niggas dicks {in front of cameras} +(Light skin Lil' Kim, Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that +(This the shit that rich niggas dreamt +Rick brother Pazone'll be home, estimate 30 days, brolic arm) Fresh out the cage +{Do the story seem intriging? When P come home +Will he have all these niggas mouths bleeding?} + +[Chorus 2X: Raekwon] +The young black, travel to mix, we open eyes on a disc +Try to resist, reviving the rich +Airbrush money when we walk, most highly paid Cheeba hawk +Checking how he walk, tell a story lord + +[Raekwon] (Ghostface Killah) {both} +Went down like Wednesday, Lounge gave a party at the way +{Seen armor truck money, everybody pay} +Niggas in the back watching, everything butter scotch +Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it's watch +(Moving with the New Hampshire niggas) Ride them, catering +(Sleeping with them) {sneaky ass wizzes} +(Guess who appeared out the blue? Stark Drizzling) +Stood Pazone, laying in the Ac' with two women, how his whip look? +(The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece (you know how his vest be) +Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet +Name Unique, who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week +12 o'clock on the diz-nock, we went to check the moon out +{Vibes I'm getting, I have to clear the room out} +Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol) +{Thirty inch telephone} (Lip to his eyeball) +Playing a Bob mood, just answer out his pocket +{Real heavy} (Like he bought his rings from Liberace) +Had his parrot with him, Unique, you see these niggas fronting in here? +(Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here, the music stop) +{Bitches drop} Shit jumped off by the bathroom +{Aiyo, oh shit, that's Sasoon} +(P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet, felt sorry for him +First shot was ill, clapped his parrot) +Blew him off son shoulder, so many feathers had the club coughing +{That's when Pazone lost it!} (He wigged out, crying, spit out +He's living like Dead Presidents, real life, he's letting it out) +It was a shotty that murdered pop +Guess who did it? {The slick young bitches on the stock} + +[Chorus 2X] +************************************************** +Out Da Way[Verse 1: Shawn Wiggs & Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, the block can't knock me, cause my style's too cocky +And my team be off the chain +Aiyo, it's my turn, Wiggs, top of the food chain +I've been starving, waiting for this money train +Now I gorilla, monkey jump and spaz on beats +Slang doctrine, throw some new words in the streets +Roll sheets to the icky, chocolate Wonka +I'm like the ice cream man, I make the block go bonkers +Please, we puff little Christmas trees +I keep a, chick on her knees, some custom dungarees +Two-tone hungry's and a whole lotta cheese +Coconut waffles, pa, I blow like the breeze +And the block can't knock me, cause my style's too cocky +And my team be off the chain +It's Theodore, Starks Enter', make it hot in the winter +And my gun gonna spark the flames, I told you to + +[Hook: Shawn Wiggs (Ghostface Killah)] +Duck out the way (better move nigga) +Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) +Duck out the way (better move nigga) +Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) + +[Verse 2: Shawn Wigs & Ghostface Killah] +Ok, I see you wanna take it down to the grit +Like I've been through the struggle, pa, and can't handle the shit +I'm a gorilla, I beast everything in the eye +Rock an eightball jacket in the middle of July +Verbal slaughter, Grey Goose and Vitamin Waters +Slumped in the gym, throwing the dumbells all out of order +Knockin' scuffs on my Reeboks... (say what) +I got that old drunken style, that spit time in detox +A to Z blocks I see Oz for the weed spot +Anthony Acid for the party on the roof top +Custom made jewels, I got my own spot +Like my chain all chunky, and my ladies so lovely +V.I.P. with a bottle of Goose +It's Wiganomics, no beginner, make it hot in the winter +And my gun gonna speak the truth, I told ya to + +[Hook: Shawn Wiggs (Ghostface Killah)] +Duck out the way (better move nigga) +Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) +Duck out the way (better move nigga) +Before you clap or get sprayed (brrrrr-aow) + +[Verse 3: Shawn Wigs & Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, the block can't knock me, cause they love when I'm cocky +Rock a mink with some Phat Farm jeans +A big dooky ass charm, hot broad on an arm +Yo Wiggs show 'em how to serve them fiends +I hit the block like a ton of bricks +I know they look like twenties +But only give me five harder knicks +Dirty pillow, we bulletproof cars are armadillo +Got the whole tri-state weeping like willow +Get that money, I need a Hugh Hefner account +And if the bunnies don't come with the crib, we gon' bounce +To the hotel (motel) yacht by the bay +I got the big bottle of Mandarin Goose, who got the OJ? +************************************************** +Ghostface On Big Pun (Spoken Word)[GFK] +I never heard a Puerto Rican flow like that, Pun had flow +************************************************** +Toney Sigel (The Barrel Brothers)[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood +I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods +Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots +Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch +The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August +My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest +My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes +Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' +You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift +Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff +My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th +And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start shit +Parole holes, six months in the box +My little sister got her head shaved off +She made it home for shop +We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula +Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya +Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more +We make it rain from the tech and the wop +The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us +To slow us up, they hit us with dusk +Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs +300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up +They say that my projects should undergo therapy +We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B + +[Chorus] +Guns imported from Dubra +Wheel jazz and shit bags +Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels +Renaissance +I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel +I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies +Cop killers with a box of dummies +Dummies stuck to the project floors +Niggas is suited up and be ready for war + +[Beanie Sigel] +It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face +My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase +My knife work like the guillotine sword +Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something +Empty out the whole clip and reload +Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove +Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit +The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit +I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime +Just imagine what I do for a quarter +Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar +Pop a nigga right in front of his mama +Son a nigga right in front of his daughter +And im nothin like a father +Couldn't come from these nuts I got +To see Baltimore suck this cock +I know most of y'all wouldn't understand +Get it, understand +Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't +Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't +You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga +I'm a straight up take it type a nigga +Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga +I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags +Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass +Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim +So I ain't feelin Bush overseas +I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther +So by any means is the anthem +You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer +I can't stop won't stop +This how we do it from Philly to Chi... +************************************************** +Saturday Nite - EditYo +Saturday night, Uptown +Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken +What's poppin kid? We in the mix +It's chilly 40 below +Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's +Blowin my hand, rub on my nose +Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans +Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots +Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures +One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs +You asked the wrong guy son +I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles +Flew in two days ago to see his fam' +But we been watchin you, crazily +The whole Staten Island shittin on you +Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley +Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up +Not trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hung +Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace +Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat' +You dealin with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you +Make me wanna lick shots at you +You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun +Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be +Hands behind your back, spread your legs +Just found a roach in your tray +It's not mine fucker, what I said +You met the 13th nigga +A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo +Where in the Hell's the RZA? +He's sellin mics, wildest joints +Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point +Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out +On how po' live, hatin plus harassin the kid +Park the truck in the double face garage +Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega +Reel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News +NAACP committees. {*abruptly ends*} +************************************************** +Charlie Brown (Remix)[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, hand me my surfboard, I'mma surf on these niggas real quick +You know what I mean, show these niggas out +See whose real and see whose fake +YouknowhatImean, it just seem like you niggas float on water +Check this style out... I've never used this shit before (yo, yo) + +[Verse 1] +I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12, medium +Shy top wallies on, straight from England +I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leanin' +Fuck ya star pussies for real, ya'll just dreamin' +Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain +What up, stand the fuck up, pull ya cup out for change +Now who wanna step through my backyard? +When this go double platinum I'mma flash hard, like +Oh boy, Toney the Don, know +With so much paper, call me Enron, so +My peeps blow, check my peacoat +She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those +Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow +Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats +Dirty mouth niggas, may ya'll eat soap +Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast + +[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] +Hey hey, what you say? +This is real Hip Hop on the line today +It's worth more than any label, on what they pay +I'm here to save Hip Hop, 'cause it's dying away, come on + +[Verse 2] +Fiber optic, microscopic +Bulletproof. Yo, I'm glad you copped it +Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite +Hov' gon' keep on top of it +I'm real positive, my prerogative +Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids +Go broke, I'mma fucking rob ya crib +And I'mma kill him if I get on top of him +With crazy hammers, nothing but grown man taste +With bandanas, right in front of cameras +Parents, planning, feel the cannon +Tanning, yogurt niggas, like Dannon +Stretch, yes, I go to war with a banged up vest +Teflon, that was made by Guess +Even my girl got a bulletproof dress +J.Lo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp +Diego, Killah wave-oh, Play-Doh fifth +They ain't no, nigga like Ghost, play those chips +We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks +From yayo bricks to Adolf spits, we paid off it +The Wally Don, done ate off it +Throwing stones at a glass house, front and get mashed out +My gun turn heads, like bitches with they ass out + +[Chorus 2X] +Hey hey, what you say? +This is real Hip Hop on the line today +It's worth more than any label, on what they pay +I'm here to save Hip Hop, 'cause it's dying away, come on + +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, uh-huh, nigga, ya'll like that shit huh, youknowhatImean +This is real Hip Hop and shit, youknowhatImean +This is a huh, I'm a true MC, ya'll niggas know how I get down +Ain't none of that commercial shit, youknowhatImean +I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95 +'88, '86 era, of real Hip Hop and shit +You know what I mean, word up, it's the great Ghost Deini, nigga +I got too many styles, I juggle this shit +Ya'll little niggas out there need to take heed +************************************************** +Bad Mouth KidGhostface: hey, yo that's soul right there don't touch that radio +Kid: F**k you +G: what'd u just say? +Kid: shut the f**k up +G: come on before i beat your little ass you little sucker +Kid: get your ass of the couch +G: what I tell you bout turnin that? this my couch, your mom's know you talk like that huh? +Kid: you're not my daddy +G: I'll knock your daddy out +Kid: he would f**k you up + +G: punk ass daddy, you got a lotta problems, you know that little boy? +Mom: Is everything OK in there? +G: Yeah everything allright in here, we just chillin +G: Senority +Mom: ok just checkin +G: back to you you little motherf**k, i should just paint your ass +Kid: ....mother f**ker +G: ima paint the shit out of you, ima get my son to f**k you up +Kid:bitch ass nigga, eat a dick +G: eat a dick huh? thats how you feel huh? yall mothef**kers dont get beat no more thats what it is. your parents dont bust yo mother f**kin ass. but lemme tell you something ima take this f**kin belt off and ima whip your motherf**kin ass myself ya little bastard +************************************************** +Chez chez la ghost remix(feat. Madam Majestic) + +[Madam Majestic (Ghostface Killah)] +Tommy Mattola, lives on the road +He lost his lady, two months ago +(For real son what?) +Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't +Oh wonder that love + +[Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] +Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me +No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty +Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all +Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? +Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose +Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope +Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) +And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) + +[Madam Majestic] +Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset +They're sick and tired of living in debt +Tired of roaches and tired of rats +I know they are over + +[Ghostface Killah] +Brooklyn jumpin' - it's girls by the thousands +Heart-throb music - girls come out your blouses +Shakin' ya ass - it's Cherchez Laghost +She could hustle with a sick style - jump off the boat! +Everybody's in the song - no bad boys +Scene hot and muggy - you might end up in the wrong house +You hear the feelin' - snatch that boy +He a herb - catch him for a brand new toy + +[Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}] +They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby +(Get 'em girl, get 'em girl) +They'll love you one second, then hate you the next +Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah (So crazy, so crazy) +Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah +{Blow 'em down} +Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne +(Yeah, aha, true) +Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah +(Truly yours, peace boo) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Catch me on the stage with about ten kicks +Blister hard headed - grinnin' all day +Can you say "Oww! We just got paid" +Keep ya frown son if you ain't gettin' laid + +[Madam Majestic] +Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface +Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface [repeated to end] +Amore, amore, he rhymes, he rhymes, amore +Oh Tony, he rhymes, he rhymes, he rhyme +************************************************** +Set It Off(featuring Trife) + +[Big Daddy Kane sample] +In control and effect +So what the heck, rock the discoteque + +[Ghostface Killah] +Bring all the hammers and the buchanans +My click ran in and acted as blazin' as though we still standin' +Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin' +Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon +Give her a quick chance to kiss glance +In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance +Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick +And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in +Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle +Still bust you, f**k you, head bust you, respect my muscle +Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you +And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me +Punch in his face, f**k him up mentally +Real robe and pop my throne +Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow +This is real life lyricist, never a witness +See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist +The dude is, the ruger is super steel +Fall back, take a look at my face, for real +My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills +When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills + +[Chorus: sample] +Burn it it, aw, burn it +And you know, got to have them set it +Burn it, aw, burn it +What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha + +[Trife] +Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it +And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it +See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it +Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it +Young nigga, smokin' marijuana with the coke in it +Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it +Easy, duke, man I need this loot +Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit +Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat +Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep +For f**kin' with a top boss, niggas get knocked off +I always drop shit for the streets like a cop's horse +Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off +And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce +It'll burn you, toss and turn you +Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels + +[Chorus] +************************************************** +Push[Intro: Missy Elliott] +Oohhh... This that fire! Ghostface and Missy + +[Ghostface Killah] +Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big +I give it to her right and she let me live +Can't eat that, cuz there's no relationship +I beat that, the next day you called in sick +Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons +Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap +Cuz it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake +Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s +Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song +But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long +Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know +If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and +Come with me and just leave your friends +Cuz we don't need no cock blocking +Tellin' you this without no option +Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" + +[Chorus: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] +Tush, tush, tush +Wanna slide in the bush, bush, bush? +(I'm on top, you like push, push, push +Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) +You wanna get up in my tush, tush, tush? +You could slide in the bush, bush, bush +(I'm on top, you like push, push, push +Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) +You wanna get up in that tush, tush, tush? +Wanna slide in my bush, bush, bush +(I'm on top, you like push, push, push +Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) + +[Ghostface Killah] +Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby) +Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy +Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls +Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl +I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl +Ooh, you in control, it's in your world +She on, I think I like ol' girl +Take it out, turn around +Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance +Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent +To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island +This is the reason I came to you +So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do +Cuz we don't need no representation +Domination, got them waitin' patient + +[Break: Ghostface Killah] +Now this is the way ya'll suppose to +To get dowwnnnnnnnn, ya'll ain't right +Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!" + +[Missy Elliott] +Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon +Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin +You seem real determined to put a hurtin' +But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin' +You got a lot of nerve, to wanna serve my curves +My 36D, 36 hips +The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles +And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips +Eh, I really like you baby +Do you know how to wife this lady? +Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch +Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush +Now shush... in my bush +And I can give you what you want, make a whoosh +Just throw it, I'll show you how to push +Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist +Come on.. + +[Chorus] +[Outro: Missy Elliott] +Come on... hah... oh.. +Come on... hah... oh... aha-ha +Oh... aha-ha... whoo! +Come on! +************************************************** +Smith Brothers(feat. Trife) + +[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Uh huh, ready bags, ready bags +This is that motherfuckin' nigga +Yeah, uh, bulletproof muthafuckin' gooses outdoors +For all the streets, all the dusts in the streets +Crusty projects and all that, the radiators is bulletproof +Yo, yo, come on, ah yo yo + +[Ghostface Killah] +What up cousin, this is most high wizardry +Gots to watch niggas, so I stay on my grizzly (uh) +These young boys comin' at me (yeah) +Lookin' at these faggots, like yeah, you get amped off of Pepsi +Damn, what kind of cards you delt +Does your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight +Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T +Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet +This is murder, you can get it, if my fam don't eat +And, we slam niggas, like we Lil' Malik +We want that Powerball money, Easter bunnies, Wool-light money +Hey dunny, we rock a half of mill and look bummy +And bounce to the projects, pop Becks, cop Tec's +Top wrecks, execs got next, what the heck +Arm fed, you'se dead, that's said, no more wet +The cameras is rollin', bitch, quiet on the set + +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +You can never front on, jump or you get lumped on +Burners in your face, don't you get nervous on me +We got so many gats, and them big Mac's +Somebody get the boy, I get the wilin' on black +Tell 'em, we will, we will, rock you, pop you +We will, we still, got you, got you + +[Trife] +Aiyo aiyo, it ain't a game +This kid is serious about his change +Ya'll a bunch of wacko jacko's, amped off your names +Call me Sugar Ray, the way I dance on you lames +My right hand'll sting you and ding you, leave stamps on your brain +I got, out of state of niggas that'll kill for beers +Cut you, easy to pop like balloons filled with air +I dare ya'll faggot asses, punch niggas with glasses +Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses +My niggas is never over, understand +I'm a 2Pac, this is the realest shit I ever wrote +But it's soft, lead the coke, matchin' my kicks +So make sure, you get my sneakers when you snappin' that flick +And I advise you to carry that Bible for survival +Surprise you, return like Jesus, without the costume +Come on young'n, you dumbin' +I've been doin' this shit since King Culing, cookin' grams in the oven + +[Chorus] +************************************************** +InterludeYo.. one-two.. +Yo; aiyyo he said I had fly ankles +Plus my bangles was star-studded out, Ice cut it out! +Everytime we attend somewhere, you act real terribly +You shit on niggas too much you start to worry me +You switch up, last week you burned a old lady's retina +I thought them thick Coke bottle jammies might protect her +But it didn't Pah, the lady's blind and it's all your fault +It went down to jury court and you walked +On stage you fuck with nigga's faces, glaciers +Hittin off with Cristal bottles, bing wind up in the basement +Very expensive championship +Chip Rocks known for his wedding day, bitches give you props +Look you tied a knot, understand you hot; you got my man popped +In the most famous era, like when "Play the Fool" dropped +Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the group +Them days, the black and red MJ's, I was loose! +************************************************** +“Untitled” (From VerzuzTV)Wiping off my diamonds in the seventh inning of the stretch + +Please help edit this if you found more of the lyrics or have more info about the song +************************************************** +The rise of the ghostface killah (feat. masta killa & killa sin)Young aggressor born into the life of crime +I would walk down the street strapped with two 9s +Bitch smackin' jackin' niggas, g-dub stackin' figures +Police drive buy I was click calckin' triggers +Jay DeLucas put me with the fam to grow +I was the boss amongst white boys, rockin' the fro +I had hoes, bank rolls, and minks by the dozen +My rise to power was quick they just wasn't +Tried to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan +I blacked out on em and started my own clan +Black gambino, black suits, black syndicate +My crime fam was tight every move was intricate +The coke was brought in from bagged Columbian mules +Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels +Street fights started, mafia wars in Italy +Crime fam against fam and no one can do didely +Do the dirty work +Bring in the coke by the boat loads +Go against the grain nigga, i feed nose hoes +Follow no family rules, rules are for fools +Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules +Fuck the law of the fam +Mr. law of the land +You don't like how i'm moving then try to force my hand +I'm moving keys them DeLucas couldn't touch my pianos +Putting pressure on them gambinees and varazanos +They love my money they hate to see a nigga gettin' it +Sellin' drugs is taboo but I ain't fuckin' sweatin' it +Dirt got to get done so I took my position +One day I'm black to em with a lot of ambition +The next I got status dinners with all courses +Flights in and out of the country they gettin' nauseous +Money, power, and respect +Rise of the black suits +Talk shit behind my back but to my face salute +Hugs and handshakes they can't stop my reign +Got the coke in they collars bring the shit on the plane +It's a shame they didn't have the balls to make moves +They pussy couldn't walk a mile in my shoes + +(Hook) x2 +************************************************** +Paycheck[Intro: girl] +It's all right -- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah! + +[Ghostface Killah] +Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups +Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up +Face all sprayed up, on the floors +The left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up +Of course I'mma f**k with ya'll niggas, ya'll pussy (yeah) +Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down +Made The Post in '98, f**k an album, when I need CREAM +It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants +When I hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches +You know what that means, it equals no riches and +I can't have that, I got a lot of wiz'es +They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers +Whatever they see, is none of they business +I do what I do, to get that spinach +Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the streets +I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em + +[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] +This kid about his papers, paychecks +Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it +Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front +It be an honor just to lay you down + +[Trife Da God] +The first check I ever got +Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop... +I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home +It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones +I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was +Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was + +To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends +Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans +Two way team, posted up on the benches +Wit a magnet for a stash, that I kept hid under the black fences +Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles +I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little +Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches +In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent +Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin' +On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' + +[Ghostface Killah] +Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the f**k out the way +When I see jewels, all I know is take +I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake +In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes +Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states +God damn it, I told ya'll niggas +This is a Theodore stickup +Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up! + +[Chorus 2X] +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, you heard what the bitch said +When we wasn't makin' too much muthaf**kin' CREAM and shit +We was beatin' the shit out of niggas +Takin' their little Summer Youth shit +Buyin' beer and weed and shit +Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit +Change fall all out of their pockets and shit +Yellin' and tellin' the cops, f**k ya'll niggas! +This is Theodore, bitch +************************************************** +Pieces to the puzzle (feat. az)Ayo a knight locked up in the cage, I'm enraged +But plenty of time to think of my position +This cop is corrupt, he gotta be in the mix of shit +Ayo a knight locked up in the cage, I'm enraged +But plenty of time to think of my position +This cop is corrupt, he gotta be in the mix of shit +He set me up so this nigga be fixin' shit +So I took out his competition +So he's my competition, that makes my decision +Easy, he gotta be the lord of the drugs +And that's Bamboo's man, that's where he stands +He played both sides of the fence on some real-real shit +Counterfeit thug, tryna play legit +Seen the bars slide open as I bought off a bail +I seen Bamboo waitin' as I exit the jail +She said, "Please Ton', you gots to go +You can't stay around this part of town." Already know +I'm blowin' bail, headin' up north, free in the country +She gave me a hug and a big stack of money + +Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle +Right in front of your face, stop the hustle +Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark +Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark + +Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle +Right in front of your face, stop the hustle +Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark +Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark + +My cash missin', my lab different +Where the fuck is Bamboo? She need an ass whippin' +I was told Ton' was home, I'm way past fifth and +Guess it's time to get in my zone, this my last mission +Did what I could do with this pump and I'm like fuck it +Feelin' like Hammer on crutches, he can't touch this +Illustrious, multi movements +I drew the blueprints but now it's time for improvements +Press his peoples, left a message, nothin' peaceful +Shit police do, we could never be a equal +Execution, I get it in, retribution +Best solution, get up close when you're shootin' +Shit for realler, I'm mad raw with a killer +What's even iller, I knew the boss since Thriller +'Til we're even, I guess it's gon' be grievin' +A lot can change in 36 seasons + +Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle +Right in front of your face, stop the hustle +Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark +Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark + +Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle +Right in front of your face, stop the hustle +Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark +Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark +************************************************** +Paychecks(featuring Trife) + +"It's alright ----- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!" - sample + +[Ghostface Killah] +Hold up, got's to boost those tray ups +Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up +Face all sprayed up, on the floor +Left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up +Of course I'mma fuck with y'all niggas, y'all pussy +Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Tony get down +Made the potion '98, fuck an album, when I need cream +It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants +When I hung around broke niggas and broke bitches +You know what that means, it equals no riches and +I can't have that, I got a lot of wizards +They spoiled, told 'em they have to move drizzers +Whatever they say, is none of their business +I do what I do, to get that spinach +Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em all on the streets +I wouldn't saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em + +[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] +This kid about his papers, paychecks +Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it +Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front +It be an honor just to lay you down + +[Trife] +Aiyo, aiyo +The first check I ever got +Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop --- +I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home +It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones +I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was +Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was +To get that cream, and serve them fiends +Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans +Two way team, posted up on the benches +Wit a maggot for a stash that I kept hid under the black fences +Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles +I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little +Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches +In the precinct got the stichin', so they hit 'em off with something decent +Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin' +On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' + +[Ghostface Killah] +Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way +When I see jewels, all I know is take +I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake +In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes +Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states +God damn it, I told y'all niggas +This is a Theodore stickup +Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up! + +[Chorus 2X] +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, you heard what the bitch said +When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' cream and shit +We was beatin' the shit outta niggas +Takin' their little Summer Youth shit +Buyin' beer and weed and shit +Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit +Change fall all out of their pockets and shit +Yellin' and tellin' the cops, fuck y'all niggas! +This is Theodore! Bitch! +************************************************** +Love Session (13th Chamber Remix)[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Just like a fresh pair of Royals on the first day of school +It was love, even from the jump I spoiled you +Before the fame camera cars and the glitter +Though my occupation is tasty for God's sake it came with the bitches +But that's on another note (uh-huh) let me explain here +Right now sugar on how I feel for you +Like when we UHH yo I get these crazy chills from you +And when we done, yo I know the perfect meal for you +The mashed joints, big onions on sauteed fish +Little Royal, candle and one big kiss +You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard; you cussed me out +When you found condoms layin in my pocket I was busted +I gets right witchu (uh) form a life with you (yeah) +The type after sex get a warm rag and then wipe you +Hyped up love light it up, might bite you at the altar +I'm bitin off you, I'm wearin white too + +[Ruff Endz] +Ain't it funny how tables turn, chase you all around +Change your life baby, cause I love you baby + +[Hook: Ruff Endz] (+ ad libs) +Stuck with me through the thick and thin +Through the pain and strife.. the love of my life +Said that it will ne-ver last +But I'm here by your side.. the love of my life + +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +And I'm here.. that's my word +Only fight you when we makin love, that's what I call it +Burnin the chronic we laughin while I'm shittin on the toilet +Camcord it, happy times record it; the time you asked me +For them blue Nike's - I was like, "Boo I can't afford it" +I was fucked up, plus I was stuck, Starks the King +Hit the block and still scraped up, eighty beans +How you like them apples? My technique is Taye Diggs +Your attitude is right that's why I made you my Wiz +The only girl that can make my shit jump, with the slightest touch +You at the stove while I'm grabbin my stuff +God forbid somethin happen to us +Let's remain and friends and discuss our troubles and might try again +Word to my Iron pen, it's not good to hold the cryin in +I feel the same way your heart's trapped in the lion's den +Iron Man, I am him +It's the beauty in our souls through Allah where the love lies within + +[Ruff Endz: repeat 2X] +Can't believe you found love in me, through everything +Held me down like my boys in the streets, here's the ring +Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? + +[Hook] + +[Ruff Endz] +Every part of me, every thing I've done +Is still there, still there, still care, ohhh +Always been there baby +I don't wanna, and I don't wanna cry no more baby +And I love, and I love and I love you girl + +[Hook] (+ ad libs) +************************************************** +Alex (Stolen Script) [Clean]Yeah, that's right +Hardy Boys **** ***** +Smoke a Winston to this **** +Word up 'bout to ****** throw ya head up +Yeah +Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece +In his mouth he had like thirty plus karats +Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic +Told ****** if he dies he want a glass casket +Parents died when he was five years old +Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold +A fake name and a passport +Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin +****** will body over her like **** it +With a scar by her left eye +Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks +Had trays put in toilets and sinks +Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway +Came home blown, the thorough kings and soldiers +Never gave a **** about that MC beef in Queens +Alex, he was a rich ***** +He had close to ten bodies under his belt +His man did the last one and got murdered himself +Took him a while to get his head together +Alex one day out in L.A., made a call in New York +Told his man God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for support +Remember that Ray **** that Jamie Foxx played? That was my **** +I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script +In ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip +Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick +In Braille, he read it in no time +Hit me with his math, said ‽I'll give you some more lines” +Real talk, stand up dude +Said, ‽How you like Jamie Foxx to replay you?” +He said, ‽Yeah that's cool” +But under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk +Flip my talk and my hands? +I said, ”Sure why not?”, he can imitate anything +Trust me this young boy hot +Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo +Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window +Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts +Told them we got it in ten [Incomprehensible], yo Ray Ray signed it +Now we can move on and shoot this live **** +With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it +Or Mandalay and New Line cop it +I go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent market +But anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investor +Said they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film +Only if he chose the cast +He was drunk, he was talkin' real fast +So I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blast +Where exactly we gon' get this cash? +I gotta ill Gotti Gigante connect +Wise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respect +The waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he ordered +I said, ‽Thanks” as he poured my water +Then out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint tea +Rice wine had me wanting to pee +Said, ‽Excuse me I'll be right back, pardon me” +Grabbed his glass and he nodded to me +Skated off to take a piss, the **** felt like a *** +Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all +Ask the waiter where he go, the mother****** spoke Spanish +************************************************** +Rise of the Ghostface Killah (Cuts by DJ Mekalek)The DeLuca's pressed Tony's remains +Into 12 vinyl records +One for each member of the family +But little did they know +He would return... +Medusa stare, my guns bust in silence +I'm a black vigilante killer, pro violence +It's the rebirth, born again +Rise through the vinyl spin +They took out Starks but the light shines within +It's the almighty rise of the murderous Ghostface +Bodies dropped in Owls, left a cold case +Colombian neckties from a black Gambino +Bodies get dumped in the black El Camino +It's Reno, gangster wars, money, power, respect +Revenge is felt like the heat from a tec +Tommy guns are irrelevant, I'm bulletproof now +I could fly through the air and duck your chick-a-pow +Black superhero, crime boss arch nemesis +Good vs. Evil since the first book of Genesis +Battle to the end that's the way of the thriller +And Starks is reborn as the Ghostface KILLAH +No one could get iller +Murders, bodies chopped into ziplocks +Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks +Crime boss, I call warn the DeLucas +Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters +Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill +When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill +Late night, stuck in the limo +Hogtie the capo all up +Beheaded the driver +Left the bitch in the back with no tongue as the survivor +Raw dog, spit in her mouth, disappear in a swarm of killer bees +Cripple 'em from they knees, take they legs out (Nigga you know the steez!) +I'm a nighthawk, eagle eye, power of mind control +Faster than the speed of light, you catch a big hole +Ruthless, six bodies hung in the meat room +The butcher shop, I call it the body shop +Start from the bottom, killin' all the way to the top +Carve my name in your skin, pull a stocking mask over your face for recognition +No time for remission, attack till there's no one left in the position +The return of the worst case scenario, uh +Ghostface attacks on land and now aerial +************************************************** +Sucks for themI'm sorry, this song does not exist +************************************************** +ANY WAYThey think they play me, they playing themselves +Giving them hell like I’m back from the dead +She give me brain like she back from the dead +Come get your girl man she stuck in my bed +You can finesse or you can be finessed +Get off them pills and start taking your meds +You loosing your mind +Squealing and snitching you loosing your spine +Sleeping and snoring you loosing your grind +Talking to you man I’m wasting my time +So let me recoup +If I must die bury me in a coupe +Fuck all the leaders I’m planning a coup +I got the juice got the soup got the ooo +I got the juice got the sauce got the proof +I laugh you goofs +I look at your goons +I laugh at your goons +Oh wait +You never know? +African leaders corrupt and they slow +Shine like some diamonds Hey woah +Diamonds lockdown in Sierra Leone +Pull up and woah + +Hey +Yeah +Maybe I will +Maybe I won’t +Sometimes I want +Sometimes I don’t +Yeah +I’m back at it +Get back to my flows +Like a drug addict +Throw the bones to the dogs +And they jump at it +Got a Maserati coupe? +Best be whipping it +Talking bout a new coupe +Man you ain’t got it +And I be on my own +Avoid see finish +And my flow infectious +E pass syphilis +And I’m coming hot hot +You can’t deal with this +And when I come with the flame +You gats feel the heat +When the jam play finish +You gats hit repeat +You gotta go a lil slow +To cum fast with me +Say you the king of the game +I can’t bend a knee +Trynna find the main source of my symphony +And when I speak man +You know I speak with empathy +Tell all these niggas they can’t play with me +Tell these lil niggas they can’t play with me +Cause I keep it one hundred +Like a century +Yeah +Cause I keep it one hundred +Like a century + +Tell me what's the way? +She say she gon love me anyway +Wake up in the morning +Then I pray +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay +She said she gon love me anyway +Wake up in the morning +Then I pray +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay +Switch it with my niggas +Then we slay \ No newline at end of file