Versuri 04. 260

Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right 
I got to take him off of here 
Cause there's only one, and that's me 
You understand?  for all that fighting, you understand 
That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me 
And I know he can't whoop me, i... 
Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump 
You understand?  
Let me get mines first 
Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... 
 
[ghostface] 
Yeah, scandalous 
Yeah miraculous, the arsonists 
 
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260 
2l, I heard they had o's for sale 
I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip 
Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate 
Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem 
Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him 
Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god 
He go with tim, the one who called lover of god 
While equality sell, I know the master law now 
It's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines 
But on the iow I heard he got born original sin 
Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac 
We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread 
U.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo 
Knock on daddy-o's door get the scope 
He's not home, he took ishmael to park slope 
There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff 
That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums 
Peace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda 
She drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda 
I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then 
Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth 
She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid 
She say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids?  
 
[raekwon] 
Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino 
Son better have more coke than al pacino 
Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half 
And tymeek bought her a aircraft 
But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow 
When we get back, throw you a bit out 
Later that night, stay mesmerized yo 
Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot 
You ready, you got the e&j and the machete?  
We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty 
We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists 
Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this 
Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical 
Natural, fuckin a white bitch, actual 
Fiends chanting, "do your thing chef, handle it" 
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn 
Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin 
Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized 
And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it 
Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby 
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin 
Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin 
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin 
(yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin 
Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back 
Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at) 
Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salary 
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery 
It's in the kitchen in the ceiling 
(baby girl kept squealing 
Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand 
Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo?  
Yo chef, where that shit?  what?  what?  aiyyo...)