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Interpret:
Ghostface Killah
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Intro: (?) [Raekwon]
"Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah"
[Yeah, yeah, yknow
Tranquilise, tranqulise]
Yeah, yeah
Yo Ghostface! %7B*echoes*%7D [cmon]
Raekwon! %7B*echoes*%7D
Meth! %7B*echoes*%7D
[Raekwon]
See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex/legs
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin
Layin in the lab with rolls o fly Mo-et ho
All niggas eatin (WOAH! *echoes*)
Wreckin Ball Gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
Fuckin wit mine or how we design
My niggas might find ya
Layin in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
They way his Khaks look, niggas on ?chocolates?
Movin out, coloured Durangos switch to me, bro
Thats how I picture rich niggas with the same coats
All rich niggas with the same coat.
[Method Man]
You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin a bitch
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin me love
Sayin "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin a pose
Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga whats happenin?
Any shit, holdin my dick, smokin a clip, thanks for askin
Mashin, the latest fashion,
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins
All N Together, together for worship better
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Prop, skate, roll, bounce
Im bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.
[Raekwon]
Oh magazines slipped, kinda like we lit
Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know
High niggas rent , Im set like nuh Purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, lets murder eveything that Wu wanted sent
[?]
Id better pay Big Momma for usin his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin his lyrics
(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin his lyrics (come on, come on)
[Superb]
And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you
Im not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
Im just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too
[Ghostface Killah]
Bulletproof Wallets, 20 tya kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
(?) be beamed up behind the stove askin how Maria pop Leer
Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
From Stars Pizzeria, police hate the veer
Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
when yo head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter Slim Duch shook em down for his reefer
James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the hood, we call em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
Im a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
I still catch her for a piece
[Superb] *singing*
Hes as good as the rest of em
And as bad as the worst
So dont hate me
Youd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!
*beat stops*
[Ghost] Fuckin idiots!
*beat starts again*
Outro - Ghostface Killah [?]
Yo, uhuh, Wallets motherfuckers
Thats right, all my shit is Bulletproof
Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)
Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets [DJ! DJ! *echoes*]
On yo ass nigga, you heard?
Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas aint got a chance *echoes*
[Stadio *echoes*]
[One-three *echoes*]
[Word up! *echoes*]
[Ya now dead *echoes*]
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