Versuri Blue Armor

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 
Uh-huh 
 
[Ghostface Killah] 
Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military 
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day 
Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word 
I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head 
Get your top rocked, way across state 
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight 
Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake 
When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake 
I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape 
And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates 
Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks 
Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes 
Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way 
Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she 
Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla 
Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though" 
 
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] 
Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) 
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! 
 
[Sheek Louch] 
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat 
The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat 
I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars 
Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours 
I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates 
I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late 
I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed 
It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed 
Forgetting bail, piss test failed 
Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us 
I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? 
I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets 
Like in Back to the Future, when the car left 
Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me 
Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me 
Het wet ya, and throw the stocking 
On his face, like when he first met cha 
 
[Ghostface Killah] 
Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose 
I had my road dogs follow your troops 
Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew 
With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu 
Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school 
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move 
Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot 
My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics 
Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags 
Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch 
Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat 
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef 
From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers 
My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage 
I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers 
Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy