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Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?
I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit This Theodore shit, y'all niggaz know what time it is and shit Y'nah mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know 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 pulled 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 niggaz on the block they shook, most of them won't look They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady 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 seventy seven 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 gon' carry it Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a 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, knocked 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 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 suppose 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, axed him Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking 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 moves 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... |
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| 4:00 |
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(feat. Raekwon The Chef)
[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) [Chorus] 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] 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 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 [Chorus] [Raekwon the Chef] Yeah Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right some call it bricks, some call it birds how many niggaz get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb You would go to jail get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered most niggaz 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 [Chorus] [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 [Raekwon the Chef] 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 [Chorus] |
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| 3:36 |
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| 2:03 |
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| 4:48 |
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