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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights down I'm recording!
'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. Fuck you too nigga!
'Kind of you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a nigga!

1]
Catch me in the drop
Old school Mercedes with a new baby glock
Right my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these bitch in they periods
They say I be the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly bitches get fly and boost
And they be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, light
My status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo from New Orleans
and Pimps that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Da God]
Aiyyo we the niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine
"Kings of the Hill", out to like propane gas
the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut the same cloth
Big guns ready to off
off the cables and take the rings off!

2]
We hold the of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down cars
Going mad 'em
cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't come (word)
Thats when the was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and
Get your face bashed in on the rug
on that I'm a say peace!
Theodore! to Darryl Mack's teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every in your wrist
Smack you in the of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your like Arriada
On the day of death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Blake Carrington the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like
and write a bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault
And cruisin desserts mad heavy salt treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth,
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!