[Ghostface]

Ayo

I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint

Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly

Like fuck it [2 gunshots] , look how these niggas duck shit

One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig

Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind

Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes

His feet hurt , networkin he get no work

Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth

Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns

Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run

Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life , calcium man

Watch him grab the Tums , he's a front

Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass

Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her

Big Bub did him somethin deadly , act premedidtated

Buck 60 strike was the medley

Nice like Van Halen , seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin

Did two days thought he was jailin

You get close , look at his hands

That's the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it

He ran away , frontin majorly , eyes like Sammy Davis jr.

Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the Bob Hope classics

Ran down Asics , Kmart , the short sleeve shit be the basics

He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted Jews

Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights



[CHORUS:]

Yo let me tell you how the game go

We gettin rid of all the prostitutes

Tony wants the streets back fo sho

Too many hustlers , too many thieves

We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's

Too much TV , guns and robberies

Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy



[Ghostface]

Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit

The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives

It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy

One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly

Yo we up in Jonesy's posin , all these niggas know me

From fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parolees

Yo we played the speaker

And from a distance we could see these chains

The P slayed , flat on his chest , was two plains

Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at all

He just cracked the V8 backed up , leaned against the wall

Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck

Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck

Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip

He throwin up six plates plus he studied Matrix

He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor

Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores

Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint

On him

Flower look his man stood up before him

The bitches hit the table , Jah king stripped off his cables

Shots went off , Sam'll get a chance to make his debut

Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns , hat fell off

We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind Rich

See Allah hit the light switch , young girls were trampled

In the measured pool , pistol with Mase , and broke the handle

Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours

Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"

Oh my goodness , Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin

He layin like a gay models shoutin out Sebastian

He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy

No more god , the 68 thousand down a pair of three

Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin

Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon

It's over , another story told

Lyin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras



[CHORUS]