Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface Killah f Raekwon the Chef, U - G - Black Jesus

 
[Raekwon the Chef] 
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me 
I don`t wanna here nuttin` 
Word Up, got to pay 
Yeah, Its like that right 
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work 
 
Aiyyo, this shit be off the knock it rock 
whatever cock block it 
Cat get blown, who own this 
street corner, 
foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer 
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer 
For real, marinatin` nigga`s skatin` 
debatin` waitin` style flowinly relatin` 
Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds 
the mission is mine, fabulous king I devine 
Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction 
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it 
say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related 
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner 
Poet designer, sharp like liners 
Mic of the year award, fly gear award 
them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword 
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent 
nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent 
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed 
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds 
then Max out like two Ack`s inside the parking lot 
son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot 
what now blow, clickin` like a calico 
gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo 
 
[Ghostface Killah] 
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin niggas 
Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest 
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini 
Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me 
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I`m way above 
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug 
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off 
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off 
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace 
Perpetuous, this curly head kid`s treturous 
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego 
Throwin` can-can, eat that plus this instrumental 
Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist 
Fried fish halibut 
pull out the bull horn 
and celebrate like Kunta was born 
we elbowed our way inside loud and got on 
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in 
Like Pilgrims G-in` Pepridge farms from out a million 
who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman? 
that rock that fisherman hat like Gorden`s 
 
[U-God] 
I hose down the place 
No shots to the face 
Elite Special force no religion style faith 
The meltin` pot boil gun shot drama soil 
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil 
Man handle brain killin` erect my hidden 
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in 
Vampire Curse disperse on each verse 
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth 
You`re hit by my element Great Wall of China 
Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina 
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand 
Finger rollin` rhythm ride the horse one hand 
Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion 
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 
40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented 
divine universal black man representin` 
Similar the pure, rhyme blowin out the pore 
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw 
I`m bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero 
renaissance rebel shadow boxin your barrel 
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble 
hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles 
Lock down, for this curfew
 

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