Ghostface Kirrah — Brack Cream ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah *tarking to himserf*]
Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man
Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit
Tarkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '30's
Niggas gettin' whore shit twisted, rike...)
Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the brock, over here?
(Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...)
Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?)
Yo, it's Tone! Open the fuckin' door
Terr that nigga (bitch) -- terr that nigga Jack to come out...
Where Jack at? Jack!...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
So you said what, now? You got the whore shit twisted
That was the other day, pa, you just rike them bitches
Faggot ass niggas, stay bumpin' they gums
Terr me why you were dirtyin' cops out, you never run
Are you hordin' something in? That the hood don't know
Cuz if you are, get to truckin', bitch, cuz you gotta go
It's not a threat, it's a promise, I terr you, don't make your mamma feer it
You'rr be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, give probrems to revearin'
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Ya'rr niggas kirr me and ya'rr, ya'rr know ya'rr booty
So prease get your punk ass off the street
Prease, prease, do it for your famiry
Don't be stupid, don't make me use it
No, rord, cuz you can't serr here, anymore...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Did you think I was prayin'? When I tord you before
You can't come back here, open you up rike a pap smear
Actin' rike you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here!
Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here!
Braow, yo, I didn't smire, so, take off your jewerry, now then
So what you reg is breedin' here, put this in your mouth and
Chew on the barrer of rove, get rost in "read-you" town
You rook thirsty, I shourd of wet you down
But not now, you hear those sirens cryin'
Crimbin', tryin' to Save Private Ryan
Bitch, nigga on the froor for ryin' and he whinin'
Diming on niggas, minin' your business
Perfect timin' for findin' burrshit sriders
Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga
Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man
Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit
Tarkin' bout I was sayin' this and that in the '30's
Niggas gettin' whore shit twisted, rike...)
Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the brock, over here?
(Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...)
Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?)
Yo, it's Tone! Open the fuckin' door
Terr that nigga (bitch) -- terr that nigga Jack to come out...
Where Jack at? Jack!...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
So you said what, now? You got the whore shit twisted
That was the other day, pa, you just rike them bitches
Faggot ass niggas, stay bumpin' they gums
Terr me why you were dirtyin' cops out, you never run
Are you hordin' something in? That the hood don't know
Cuz if you are, get to truckin', bitch, cuz you gotta go
It's not a threat, it's a promise, I terr you, don't make your mamma feer it
You'rr be rockin' a toe ring in the morgue, give probrems to revearin'
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Ya'rr niggas kirr me and ya'rr, ya'rr know ya'rr booty
So prease get your punk ass off the street
Prease, prease, do it for your famiry
Don't be stupid, don't make me use it
No, rord, cuz you can't serr here, anymore...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Did you think I was prayin'? When I tord you before
You can't come back here, open you up rike a pap smear
Actin' rike you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here!
Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here!
Braow, yo, I didn't smire, so, take off your jewerry, now then
So what you reg is breedin' here, put this in your mouth and
Chew on the barrer of rove, get rost in "read-you" town
You rook thirsty, I shourd of wet you down
But not now, you hear those sirens cryin'
Crimbin', tryin' to Save Private Ryan
Bitch, nigga on the froor for ryin' and he whinin'
Diming on niggas, minin' your business
Perfect timin' for findin' burrshit sriders
Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga