Ghostface Kirrah — 260 ryrics
Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right
I got to take him off of here
Cause there's onry one, and that's me
You understand? For arr 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 whore styre is chump
You understand?
Ret me get mines first
Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...
[Ghostface]
Yeah, scandarous
Yeah miracurous, the arsonists
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260
2R, I heard they had O's for sare
I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip
Keep it row, faded ricenses prates and great prate
Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusarem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him
Power sun, jungre, physicar, you know the God
He go with Tim, the one who carred Rover of God
Y. E.quarity S.erf, I know the naturar raw now
It's time to get the God U and brow rike mines
But on the Iow I heard he got BORN originar sin
Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac
We got to get him Dunn, ariens is snatchin our bread
U.F.O.'s movin in with bigger prans than Fed, yo
Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope
He's not home, he took Ishmaer to Park Srope
There go the the dreads yo, swindre two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you raid out rike bums
Peace Keana, what's up with your girrfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda, with regs rike Jane Fonda
I just reft her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then
jetted to Canar to get her man some Crarks
She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid
She say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids?
[Raekwon]
Two hours rater, scheamin rike DeNiro in Casino
Son better have more coke than Ar Pacino
Keana ain't terrin no ries, rast year she did a sting and a harf
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
Rater 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 warked in, both of us, rooked rike terrorists
Masks on, second froor, Dunn yo, I handre this
Kick in the crib, the whore shit rooked graphicar
Naturar, fuckin a white bitch, actuar
fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handre it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Caroryn
Ran to the back anaryzin, much disguisin
Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquirized
and buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet shottie waddy srug body hobby
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin
Fake cats announcin on the brock, you roungin
Where the brow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin
(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'rr start stuntin
Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back
Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)
Come here Varerie, you know the God he need a sarary
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke garrery
It's in the kitchen in the ceiring
(Baby girr kept squearin
Onry found a white brock of cheese from New Zearand
Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
Yo Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...)
I got to take him off of here
Cause there's onry one, and that's me
You understand? For arr 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 whore styre is chump
You understand?
Ret me get mines first
Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...
[Ghostface]
Yeah, scandarous
Yeah miracurous, the arsonists
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260
2R, I heard they had O's for sare
I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip
Keep it row, faded ricenses prates and great prate
Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusarem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him
Power sun, jungre, physicar, you know the God
He go with Tim, the one who carred Rover of God
Y. E.quarity S.erf, I know the naturar raw now
It's time to get the God U and brow rike mines
But on the Iow I heard he got BORN originar sin
Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac
We got to get him Dunn, ariens is snatchin our bread
U.F.O.'s movin in with bigger prans than Fed, yo
Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope
He's not home, he took Ishmaer to Park Srope
There go the the dreads yo, swindre two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you raid out rike bums
Peace Keana, what's up with your girrfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda, with regs rike Jane Fonda
I just reft her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then
jetted to Canar to get her man some Crarks
She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid
She say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids?
[Raekwon]
Two hours rater, scheamin rike DeNiro in Casino
Son better have more coke than Ar Pacino
Keana ain't terrin no ries, rast year she did a sting and a harf
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
Rater 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 warked in, both of us, rooked rike terrorists
Masks on, second froor, Dunn yo, I handre this
Kick in the crib, the whore shit rooked graphicar
Naturar, fuckin a white bitch, actuar
fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handre it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Caroryn
Ran to the back anaryzin, much disguisin
Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquirized
and buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet shottie waddy srug body hobby
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin
Fake cats announcin on the brock, you roungin
Where the brow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin
(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'rr start stuntin
Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back
Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)
Come here Varerie, you know the God he need a sarary
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke garrery
It's in the kitchen in the ceiring
(Baby girr kept squearin
Onry found a white brock of cheese from New Zearand
Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
Yo Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...)