Versuri 15. Malcolm

[ghostface] 
Ayo 
I'm like malcolm out the window with the joint 
Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly 
Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas duck shit 
One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig 
Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind 
Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes 
His feet hurt , networkin he get no work 
Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth 
Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns 
Stain to my baltimore niggas that he on the run 
Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life , calcium man 
Watch him grab the tums , he's a front 
Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass 
Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her 
Big bub did him somethin deadly , act premedidtated 
Buck 60 strike was the medley 
Nice like van halen , seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin 
Did two days thought he was jailin 
You get close , look at his hands 
That's the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it 
He ran away , frontin majorly , eyes like sammy davis jr. 
Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the bob hope classics 
Ran down asics , kmart , the short sleeve shit be the basics 
He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted jews 
Rushed the nigga out in crown heights 
 
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Yo let me tell you how the game go 
We gettin rid of all the prostitutes 
Tony wants the streets back fo sho 
Too many hustlers , too many thieves 
We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's 
Too much tv , guns and robberies 
Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy 
 
[ghostface] 
Yo I champunch mase in his face over some bullshit 
The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives 
It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy 
One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly 
Yo we up in jonesy's posin , all these niggas know me 
>from fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parolees 
Yo we played the speaker 
And from a distance we could see these chains 
The p slayed , flat on his chest , was two plains 
Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at all 
He just cracked the v8 backed up , leaned against the wall 
Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck 
Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck 
Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip 
He throwin up six plates plus he studied matrix 
He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor 
Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores 
Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint 
On him 
Flower look his man stood up before him 
The bitches hit the table , jah king stripped off his cables 
Shots went off , sam'll get a chance to make his debut 
Flower grabbed tiff his man with the sideburns , hat fell off 
We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind rich 
See allah hit the light switch , young girls were trampled 
In the measured pool , pistol with mase , and broke the handle 
Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours 
Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "it's yours" 
Oh my goodness , ba grabbed the mo bottle thrashin 
He layin like a gay models shoutin out sebastian 
He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy 
No more God , the 68 thousand down a pair of three 
Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin 
Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon 
It's over , another story told 
Lyin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras 
 
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