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"Am I a good man? ..."
[Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I never rocked with, laws they keep away we cool I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm niggarish I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and black licorice The frame of mind so {?} like cleansin the mic Let the imam pray over my head and wash Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Godly Watch us gift men and fetch the green like barley If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali Try to stay humble, and swallow my pride In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your five Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Beneen Village style, feedin the children Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela Africans chantin me on like Coachella Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay Wishin they could bury me, next to the prophets Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun, Muhammad Ibrahim "Am I a good man?" (I don't know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see) [Killah Priest] The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds High currents, {?} places we formin wings Kings offering, thrones was there Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was near Feet walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto Face froze in gold like the pharaoh A dawn in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub As he passed the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs Eternal heartbeat, in the dark fire in his blood 700 books were opened It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the ocean Scared, brass hair like it grew from goatskin The chosen has spoken, tablets were broken The smoke hand grabs an omen Gravity grabbin me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity This is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals be God felt bad for me but cast me into Caspain Sea Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty K.P., K.P. "Am I a good man? Am I a fool? "Am I?" [GZA] He used to sling in the stairwell Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, ignite your hair gel No such thing as a fair sale He'll put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail And on this level a thug'll sell you garbage No refund, the only exchange from the cartridge Where the youths is kept comin back with they life earnings Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning The outcome tragic, household dramatic Living rooms to {?}, basements to attics Support from the B, hit the courts from a fiend who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his team So they sent him gifts, body parts per diem in a box that held prints but too dark to see 'em |
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| 2. |
| 3:08 |
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[Intro]
He's a superstar, yeahhh [2X] (Told y'all!) He's a superstar, yeahhh [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'ma keep payin I keep the paparazzi, and the fans sayin [Chorus] 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 [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 (Bad)dest 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 [Chorus] [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 niggaz KNOW JUST WHAT IT IS! [Chorus] |
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| 3. |
| 3:43 |
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[Ghostface Killah]
Where's my horse? {shouts} de Andre! {makes horse sounds} Andre? Yo! Throw me in a mosh pit I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in 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'm a just eat pasta Turkey italian sausage chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home like an elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little, wifed up! Gotti trench men is real brittle Poke your nose {Poconos} is where I go with the capos 11 Sammy the Bulls, ready to wack those I'm half black yo, half oregano That's half italian yo, who he? I'm from that Island yo, Staten Crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly I'll kill your captian 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 Handing me a big joint that I sprayed off! Raa3fffff [Cappadonna] Toma, toma, mira pene que! Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, go ahead Papi Wardrobe! Maricon! Yeah...rrrrrrrrrrrkii kii kii kii kii kii kaaaaah La Costra Nostra La Familia, what! Violate my family ties and I'm a kill y'all Mi amor dame un beso "D" Capitan ghettio hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's Papi Wardrobe mexican handle with ho's All my gutter gang crew got border patrol Like Zorro when I come through black sombrero, what! 2 in the holster my code name Darryl Ride off in the sunset starved in the barrel Long boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side of that bitch straight mexican song Ass hanging off the brunt don't ever look at me wrong And my heart beats strong like Julio on guzziii 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 ponchos We bull fighting niggas wrestle with broncos And my team stay tight like Silver & Tonto Carry a long whip yo I'll whip your ass Hard head mexican dope mixed with hash Machete behind door where the rip and the slash Desperado kids me and Ghost back at last Toma, Toma, Mericon! Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, bring it to them! [Trife] Cinco De Mayo imported guns from Cairo Got back with the toast and beat the charge like rhino 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 the tool in her 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 he slid to the 9th ward Down in the N.O. And right before he left he wrote his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o It got hot niggas selling giving out the info He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window Blow it into limbo he spazzed on Lorenzo He 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 was sleep they cuffed him |
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| 5. |
| 3:01 |
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[Intro/Chorus]
"Together baby.. together baby" "Baby just you and me (just you and me) whoahhh" 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 [Chorus - repeat 2X] 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 niggaz get the message When it comes to baggin a chick, don't be impressive I get girls, y'all fellas is desperate [Chorus - repeat 2X] 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 new roll, no disrespect You front on me tonight I'ma bag me a new hoe Spank that ass like a real papichulo Picture me Neutron I sit you right on your culo [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Ghostface over Chorus] 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 |
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| 6. |
| 2:25 |
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O... 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 dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores Boostin niggaz that pop tags in the mall True spot hoggers, used a few stockings Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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! |
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| 3:47 |
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[Intro: Ghostface]
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 With Technics joints (with the slipmats!) Put nickels on the needles so the motherfucking record won't jump The needle won't skip and shit Getting juice from the fucking light poles Shout out to the Bronx, nigga! [Verse 1: Ghostface] Ay 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 Pylon 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 - slam! 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 5 Girls wore they Lees and jellies Jordache and Lees, TF Lords fit the fellys Sams and Kangol buckets, BVD's Go to 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 Coogi 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 Hit the borough 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'm a finish it [Hook] |
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| 3:15 |
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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 Anderson, now I'm the best Stoppin all bets, slammin niggaz like Barkley Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley Always kept aluminum, bags 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 [Chorus: 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? 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'ma blow pop Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue mink And my bitch arms'll be, 20 G's scrill Niggaz like "Pardon me," I'ma 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 [Chorus] [Singing] Hey, Mister! Please let my niggaz in Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem with meeeeee We got them burners on the dancefloor Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in Three to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennesyyyyyy All y'all haters wit'chall math off [Chorus] |
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| 2:30 |
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[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz 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? [Chorus: 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 Chorus 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 niggaz 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 hoe I had fucked her one time now I'm duckin this hoe 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 hoe on my line, buggin! Slow down [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes [Chorus] [Jim Jones - over Chorus] Stop cuffin these hoes Stop cuffin these hoes Let her go! |
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| 3:18 |
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[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? What it do family? [Chorus: 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 {?} grabs 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 hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink Blowin stink, and I don't see grass on the field So I'ma tear ass on that field The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade [Chorus] [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 niggaz let it clap Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggaz 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 [Chorus] [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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus] |
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| 4:09 |
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| 3:41 |
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Raekwon
We in the cabin playing backgammon Gorilla monster slam this ? messiah try us you will die son Green medicine blow veterans Run an Adidas store six more velours draws feather skin Hair cutted up hollering Seven through 3 sixes know we hate a devil where your ? my dick Can't stand the others side niggas know we rich we color guys New suck your mother true lullabies Gangsta Evereadys take off my shirt no batteries nigga Just one mean magnum killa Snowmobiles jetting out the timber Feel their altitude yo I can't breathe check the splendor Brazilian honey dip I'm on my writing game nigga Times is roughing Timberland cuffing Won me a G up off to Rio Hope we can pull it back my throat my only weapon blow the beat up Ghostface Killah Stuff pillow bags in the rat holes Reduce that faggot ass nigga who wanna jump like frog to a tadpole Gag it up sliding through the E.R. Batted up a tube in your dick you can't piss when standing up Hands is shaking doctors is taking to operating Now you might not live so they start debating You in bad shape And your neck of New York your slithering ways labeled you a bad snake Smash bait eight stab holes in your shoulder blade You wildin on the stretcher and shit, they tryin to 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 bowlegged spot where your rocks now You ain't moving no crack use your move that's wrap After you lay up in that morgue I'm a fuck your back Yeah nigga die slow with your smirk on Night night lights dimming down get your murk on Later i'll see you in hell get your burn on Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on Redman My sherm on in the hood when I ride by My eyes looking like I learn how to sky dive The world is yours theres rules you abide by Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5 They said a nigga returned but I never left I told Big L through me he could resurrect I'm that nigga like Puff and 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 Eminem's I need a Relapse And bitches grab my mic give me feedback Reggie you a asshole baby I'll be back I get cocky when the beat pumping You know you doing it when your tire lip rubbing I keep a freak and I call her chicken meat Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin Method Man Fiends get killed in my hallways we parle My feet been killing me all day Your boy down for life like them killers in Rahway It's all work and no play Cause this block is nothing like Broadway Revenge is sweeter that sorbet You all become believers when this heaters in your face Just a part of my function Y'all don't want no part of the gun spray I would hate to pull it in one stray That's where the innocence bystand We're trapped inside these tenements like damn Why mama try'na feed us this spiced ham Connects try'na cheat us with light grams Co-defendents try to lighten they sentence snitching to white man Turn states evidence fam we ain't gelling Felons ain't felons no more they straight telling Ain't nothing worst than a rat you can't smellin And ain't nothing worst than a trap you can't sell in (Uh-Huh) |
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