Versuri Guns n Razors

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 
Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot 
They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit 
Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together 
On some Siamese shit... yo 
 
[Ghostface Killah] 
Yo, classic murders, slick gun material 
Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial 
Hammers that hardly work, go to work 
Like a slave on a hot day, with no water 
Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up 
Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up 
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat 
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes 
It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone 
Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown 
Your momma missing, your boys are crying 
Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying 
Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free 
If you master fronting, classic cutting 
You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something 
Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes 
Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? 
 
[Trife Da God] 
Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck 
Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck 
The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily 
The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy 
The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing 
Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going 
Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken 
Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking 
He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease 
Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads 
Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant 
Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished 
DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties 
Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet 
The last call on his mobile phone was back to home 
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome 
 
[Cappadonna] 
This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things 
We stick niggaz up and we take they rings 
Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable 
Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you 
Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle 
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute 
Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man 
Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize 
Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws 
Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four 
The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores 
 
[Killa Sin] 
Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with 
Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds 
I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running 
I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup 
Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes 
Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses 
Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz 
A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by 
My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride 
I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized 
Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide 
Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside 
Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy 
Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy 
I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base 
Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face 
This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place 
Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige 
Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it 
I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate