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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the out the room, G!
up! Sipping on that 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 with a brand new baby glock
from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these niggaz in they periods
say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up a lamp, Who cares?!
They is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a y'all
a state, light charge
My status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two
Jumbo shits New Orleans
Players and Pimps bit off Fiends
Quick, with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin on the street corners
Sic the on you, turning mothers to morners
launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like gas
the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the cloth
Big guns to bang off
Slide off the and take the rings off!

2]
We the weight of four Synagogues
uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad 'em
cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was 'em
Niggaz couldn't come (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God don't be around!
The Bag Lady will you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no
Blow a hockey hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up in the place of your eyes
So the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get face bashed in on the concrete rug
on note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Mack's teeth!

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