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- Ghostface Killah f/ Cappadonna, Method Man, Raekwon, Sun God, Trife Da God - Paisley Darts Lyrics
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- [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'ma 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 niggaz is the realest
- My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, 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'ma 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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*}
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