[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah... yeah..

Yo, yo



[Ghostface Killah]

Talk about it, if you live it, if not, don't even spit it

Fuck your niggaz and them rap credits

I'm in the '88 candidates, paisley'd out

In them Coca-Cola rugby's, two bitches, with a front in my mouth

That's right, standin' in the lobby with tech

Briefer sheets, make the leaf, taste better, we love that wet

Got the new Patrick Ewing Jr.'s, square you, it was boomin'

We was robbin' digits, James or Rakim, he kept it smooth and

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, can I bone you? Say I can

Yes, I can, I'm lethal

None of these rappers can touch my pen

I'mma killer, that's why I bounce back in the end

I'm not, Freddy or Jason, or on probation

The lifetime achievement award is what I'm facin'

It's time for sentencin', the game, I'mma just rewrite it

Puttin' it to sleep, don't try to fight it, come on



[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Me and Trife, yo, we wicked with lead-a

Especially, when both of our tummies ain't fed-a

Theodore click, aimin' for your head-a

We the twat team, when we be gettin' that head-a

Don't get it twisted, yo, we out for the bread-a

It's on and poppin', like we rock blue and red-a

You wonder why these faggots poppin' up dead-a

We love hip hop, gives us our cred'-a



[Trife Da God]

I'm from the era, when the chronic was hittin', Onyx was spittin'

Throw Ya Gunz in the air, that year, have party's slippin'

Back then, power dollars was the party admission

Air Jordans, and Scottie Pippen's had the latest addition

And number 5's, with the lead on the side

Used to rock the L used jean suit, and the letters in dye

Doo-rags under my Starter cap, nigga, I started that

And if a nigga stepped on your sneakers, you caught a heart attack

Bumpin' The Artifacts, mixed it on the fader

Freestylin' up like DJ Tone, playin' the Sega

Neighbors handin' out papers, promotin' g's to save us

Tryin' guide us, hopin' one day, we'll change our behaviors

Floatin' on traitors, them haters, they got the vapors

Now we style on 'em, kids that bitches, that tried to play us

And to them faggot ass cops, that tried to slay us

You can't stop it, this is what the streets fight us



[Chorus]