Metal Lungies - Ghostface Killah feat Sheek Louch, Styles P

[Intro: sample]
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere

[Ghostface Killah]
What these clown n_ggaz hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!"
Put the ball down, we can't score
They pen sh_t to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads
You see us comin'? F_ck that Fam sh_t, just pass off, you b_tch
Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you f_cked up now
See my gun, n_gga? This baby got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds
My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies
Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee
Didn't mommy tell y'all n_ggaz to wear clean undies?
See y'all should of listened to her
She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accur
Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't f_ckin' around, they knocked to her weave

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-oh... (word up) This still... (what you talkin' bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that sh_t..

[Sheek Louch]
Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah
Me and Starks clear projects parks
With our '93 sh_t, army coat green and light tan Clarks
N_ggaz think I'm lucky, b_tches wanna f_ck me
And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky
I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky
I remember faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
My sh_t powerful enough to lift a f_ckin' donkey
I got heavy chrome, n_ggaz don't care if you live to die
They happier than Marbury home
Ya'll n_ggaz better kill me, my street n_ggaz feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
The hard sh_t you kickin' bout is on beat as Tweet
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore
It's son who fall, with the four-four, n_ggaz like..

[Chorus]

[Styles P.]
Yeah... n_gga this is Ghost with Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get millions from the v's who smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, you burnin' to kick his teeth out, and sware don't catch no case
I'mma make you look like you smoke taste, and we don't leave no trace
These rap n_ggaz sware that they so safe
I don't wanna talk to you holmes, I don't communicate
My guns they in my hand, one in my palm
And I could dial your number, like a smile off the face
With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest sh_t
Hungriest sh_t, seventeen dummies a clip
Tell them rap n_ggaz to s_ck my d_ck, f_ck the industry
And shift, shut down the store, bust my sh_t
I got some hustlin' ass n_ggaz that'll pump my bricks
And some dust head n_ggaz that'll dump my clips, what?

[Chorus]

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