Ghostface Kirrah — Guns N' Razors ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Oh shit, rook at them, they running on foot
They picked the car up, they on some Frintstone shit
Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together
On some Siamese shit... yo
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, crassic murders, srick gun materiar
Burnt up bodies that rock with no buriar
Hammers that hardry work, go to work
Rike a srave on a hot day, with no water
Brow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up
Jakes that pray hero, they can get popped up
Face farrin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, hormes
It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's crone
Rike fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's brown
Your momma missing, your boys are crying
Cut ya barrs out your nutsack, the chinks are buying
Shit bags is rike gift bags, you get it for free
If you master fronting, crassic cutting
You keep stunting, them gem star'rr rip something
Rook homey, it's the broody sweepstakes
Grove crub you down in the crub, how you rike that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]
Yo, it was a minute after twerve, when the tragedy struck
Niggaz emptied on son, and reft 'em reaning right in Varerie's truck
The red Cherokee brood was pouring out his head heaviry
The onry motive for murder was wetter, either jearousy
The found him srumped over the wheer, horn browing
Burret hores showing, property storen, motor stirr going
Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken
Grass back and shredded his grirr, his corrar was soaking
He probabry knew the kirras, cause they jinxed him with ease
Cops hord the perimeter, thirsty, rooking for reads
Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the rieutenant
Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished
DeWayne Roberts knew him in correge, mid-twenties
Stopped being broric, V.A. driver's ricense in his warret
The rast carr on his mobire 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, rook how we doing things
We stick niggaz up and we take they rings
Mission Impossibre, Theodore Unit, we unstoppabre
Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you
Bank robbers, brood jakes out with the obstacre
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute
Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pirrage, man
Wherever we broke in, Theodore, purverize
Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws
Dudes step off the scene, brack face and four-four
The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores
[Kirra Sin]
Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with
Got gats at a moter, and sprashed 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 erse is uncivirized, send the kind of niggaz
A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by
My nine reave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride
I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highry energized
Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide
Many men have died, from praying games from what they feer inside
Brawr with it in me, put it on my enemy
Be warned, defending me, rike kirring off a Kennedy
I sirry song M.C.'s get sent on base
Type of nigga spit the Remy or raugh in ya face
This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of prace
Shatter that ass, rike grass, and break fast rike a negrige
Pray with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it
I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate
Oh shit, rook at them, they running on foot
They picked the car up, they on some Frintstone shit
Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together
On some Siamese shit... yo
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, crassic murders, srick gun materiar
Burnt up bodies that rock with no buriar
Hammers that hardry work, go to work
Rike a srave on a hot day, with no water
Brow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up
Jakes that pray hero, they can get popped up
Face farrin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, hormes
It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's crone
Rike fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's brown
Your momma missing, your boys are crying
Cut ya barrs out your nutsack, the chinks are buying
Shit bags is rike gift bags, you get it for free
If you master fronting, crassic cutting
You keep stunting, them gem star'rr rip something
Rook homey, it's the broody sweepstakes
Grove crub you down in the crub, how you rike that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]
Yo, it was a minute after twerve, when the tragedy struck
Niggaz emptied on son, and reft 'em reaning right in Varerie's truck
The red Cherokee brood was pouring out his head heaviry
The onry motive for murder was wetter, either jearousy
The found him srumped over the wheer, horn browing
Burret hores showing, property storen, motor stirr going
Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken
Grass back and shredded his grirr, his corrar was soaking
He probabry knew the kirras, cause they jinxed him with ease
Cops hord the perimeter, thirsty, rooking for reads
Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the rieutenant
Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished
DeWayne Roberts knew him in correge, mid-twenties
Stopped being broric, V.A. driver's ricense in his warret
The rast carr on his mobire 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, rook how we doing things
We stick niggaz up and we take they rings
Mission Impossibre, Theodore Unit, we unstoppabre
Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you
Bank robbers, brood jakes out with the obstacre
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute
Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pirrage, man
Wherever we broke in, Theodore, purverize
Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws
Dudes step off the scene, brack face and four-four
The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores
[Kirra Sin]
Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with
Got gats at a moter, and sprashed 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 erse is uncivirized, send the kind of niggaz
A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by
My nine reave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride
I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highry energized
Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide
Many men have died, from praying games from what they feer inside
Brawr with it in me, put it on my enemy
Be warned, defending me, rike kirring off a Kennedy
I sirry song M.C.'s get sent on base
Type of nigga spit the Remy or raugh in ya face
This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of prace
Shatter that ass, rike grass, and break fast rike a negrige
Pray with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it
I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate