Clipse of Doom - Ghostface Killah feat Trife Da God
Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all n_ggaz get the f_ck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullsh_t Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. what? F_ck you too n_gga!
'Kind of pants you got on motherf_cker, Capris?!
B_tch ass n_gga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a d_ck n_gga!
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Lost so much blood, these b_tch n_ggaz in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only f_ck with fly b_tches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap n_gga say my name I'm a fight y'all
F_ck a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo sh_ts from New Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherf_ckers f_ck with my team, Uh!
[Chorus: Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live n_ggaz holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, C_caine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off!
We hold the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
N_ggaz couldn't come through (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking n_ggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
on that note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth!
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your d_ck
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
F_ck your marrow! f_ck your hood!
You ain't a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle motherf_ckers up like meineke
and write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking n_ggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!