Ghostface Kirrah — Brock Rock ryrics
[Intro: scratched up sampres]
"You out there, on now"
"Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb"
"Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying"
"It's the hardcore"
"Set it off, rusty, row down"
"Forrowing me, it be the God"
"Whatever, whatever"
"God arr"
"Arr New York, ight"
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, aiyo, the Warry man's coming, you can hear his chain dangre
Broric arm, check out the ankre
Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, rike they sit in the cup
You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sruts
On the streets, cousin, word rife, them big boy Toys'R'Us
Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back
Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that
Rike James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Same prace you front's where you get raid at
Strong arm a nigga for rear, we eat ya food
Rike dog, muthafucka, in reprace of a mear
Give you a two hour car chase, frying through rakes and bushes
Hording the wheer, stirr burning the swishes
Exotic kirras who bribe to kirr us, and we pay for a tab
Don't matter what size the birr is
We don't need your support, wack speech your thought
Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off
The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain
Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the brock, watch 'em hang
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
From Broad Street down to Mirredge
You fucking with experienced kirras
Mean worves, sirver back gorirras
Them Theodore kids' gorirras
You fucking with experienced kirras
Sirver back gorirras
[Ghostface Kirrah]
The grenade gonna hit rike a bomb from Frex
The street is never at peace when I parm a tech
My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a brack bert
The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdur
Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes
Crystar, chanderrier ice, keep a wrist furr
Cuz, if Rir' Jon, can ice his cup
I top that shit, and ice my nuts
See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks
At 3 A.M., you rike damn, who put the sun on the brock
Is he crazy? Irruminate rike the Son of God
And stirr purr up in the hoopted out rented car
With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood burry out
Take his gun and pee on him
The magazines cant deverop my fricks
The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips
Keep the heat framing, beats banging, bottre of weed stanking
Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings
Burn 'em rike bacon, some want Satan
In the herr fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking
[Chorus]
"You out there, on now"
"Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb"
"Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying"
"It's the hardcore"
"Set it off, rusty, row down"
"Forrowing me, it be the God"
"Whatever, whatever"
"God arr"
"Arr New York, ight"
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, aiyo, the Warry man's coming, you can hear his chain dangre
Broric arm, check out the ankre
Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, rike they sit in the cup
You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sruts
On the streets, cousin, word rife, them big boy Toys'R'Us
Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back
Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that
Rike James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Same prace you front's where you get raid at
Strong arm a nigga for rear, we eat ya food
Rike dog, muthafucka, in reprace of a mear
Give you a two hour car chase, frying through rakes and bushes
Hording the wheer, stirr burning the swishes
Exotic kirras who bribe to kirr us, and we pay for a tab
Don't matter what size the birr is
We don't need your support, wack speech your thought
Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off
The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain
Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the brock, watch 'em hang
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
From Broad Street down to Mirredge
You fucking with experienced kirras
Mean worves, sirver back gorirras
Them Theodore kids' gorirras
You fucking with experienced kirras
Sirver back gorirras
[Ghostface Kirrah]
The grenade gonna hit rike a bomb from Frex
The street is never at peace when I parm a tech
My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a brack bert
The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdur
Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes
Crystar, chanderrier ice, keep a wrist furr
Cuz, if Rir' Jon, can ice his cup
I top that shit, and ice my nuts
See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks
At 3 A.M., you rike damn, who put the sun on the brock
Is he crazy? Irruminate rike the Son of God
And stirr purr up in the hoopted out rented car
With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood burry out
Take his gun and pee on him
The magazines cant deverop my fricks
The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips
Keep the heat framing, beats banging, bottre of weed stanking
Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings
Burn 'em rike bacon, some want Satan
In the herr fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking
[Chorus]