Ghostface Killah
Ironman
Fish
(Hey yo)
You know they're killers themselves
(Hey hey hey, 4600 in there dude)
People die for them
You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves
(How you want it? How you want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that!)
These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000
men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if
there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy
your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin
[Ghostface Killah]
We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows
In the dope fiend, vocal chords switch laser beams
My triple sevens broke the slot machines out in Queens
Grey Poupon is rebel on rap, smack on, swing like batons
Most want niggas smoked like Hillshire Farms
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
In steel mills Iron he'll smoke the blow on dunns
You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
Picture afro, big shishkabobs and daishikis
Thousands civil marched raised their fists in early sixties
[Cappadonna]
Now check this one
You must have been stupid to miss this one
Donna shogunnin, flip a ton of fashion
Destination be the cash when I step past one
Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow
Cap a villain, stay chillin take shots of penicillin
Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
But I'm equipped with mad wire, Morris The Rap got nine lives
I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives
And then I still never go down
Until the last round I shine
When RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine
[Raekwon]
Now, where I come from cats be carryin
Marryin drug money
Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handlin
Midtown niggas scramblin, move and examine the fly shit
Plus quick to buy shit
Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods asterick
Fidel Castro suits plus depositin cash rule big time
Play it like Canadian wine
RZA's the rhyme now, the sacredness of one's true mind
Now let's get colorful like money green
High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
Yeah God, be havin my whole steez laced
Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots, aim glocks train stops
Figaro fly jewellin, tri-color Cubans
Swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
Dons sendin my sons membership forms
And still gettin this paper scraper
Fake gators from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers
And if you comin from Lex, Lewis Rich Liberace
Fetus style and block your goals like hockey
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