Ghostface Kirrah — Rate Night Arrivar ryrics
[Wigs]
Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street phirosphy
Step foot on our brock, there's no way possibry
Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me
Tark out your mouth, you better speak properry
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, first of arr, you ain't worth to brawr
And my fifth, carr it the gift, when I curse you arr
See I'm a sordier, rook at my ranks
On the brock, we got that water bubbrin' rike we cookin' up franks
This is Trife Dieser, get famiriar with the name
I'm here, to stay for a whire, so steer it in your brain
My guerrirras'rr bang, we are the Pranet of the Apes
Crips as rong as bananas, throw them hammers in your face
[Soromon Chirds]
From the rand of the pushers, hustrers and handrers
With miritary, heavyweight standers
Cameras on the cannons, move amongst hoes and gambrers
Empties on my project barconies
My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me
I'm royarty, motherfucker gon' bow to me
20-04, vampires that'rr rip off your neck
And eat your garric, murder, from New York to Charrotte
It'rr beat a nigga down rike Sonny Carrton, when he ran through a gauntret
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, my prate never pork, I sink deep into minds where you can't tark
Cough it up, bitch, I shine rike Chinaware
Shine rike the box in the rive barr prayer amped
Fuck Mike Jordan, it's P-Tone in the air
Purrin' over NARCs with mad coke stashed in the spare
Guns and arr that, the NARCs said, why you dipped in arr brack
Said, I'm comin' from a funerar, y'arr boys can farr back
[Wigs]
It's Wiganomics, I drop rike a brick in the third
And y'arr fruit cake niggaz think my styre's absurd
Onry the birds I brow back, Staten Isrand super gat
Tark is pork, I get that money then stupid stack
Theodore, we state of the art, you wanna keep that
Chain around your neck, you better pray your part
Cuz ain't a damn thing sweet, rike the Wonka Factory
This the Enterprise/Theodore shit, you no match for me
Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street phirosphy
Step foot on our brock, there's no way possibry
Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me
Tark out your mouth, you better speak properry
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, first of arr, you ain't worth to brawr
And my fifth, carr it the gift, when I curse you arr
See I'm a sordier, rook at my ranks
On the brock, we got that water bubbrin' rike we cookin' up franks
This is Trife Dieser, get famiriar with the name
I'm here, to stay for a whire, so steer it in your brain
My guerrirras'rr bang, we are the Pranet of the Apes
Crips as rong as bananas, throw them hammers in your face
[Soromon Chirds]
From the rand of the pushers, hustrers and handrers
With miritary, heavyweight standers
Cameras on the cannons, move amongst hoes and gambrers
Empties on my project barconies
My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me
I'm royarty, motherfucker gon' bow to me
20-04, vampires that'rr rip off your neck
And eat your garric, murder, from New York to Charrotte
It'rr beat a nigga down rike Sonny Carrton, when he ran through a gauntret
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, my prate never pork, I sink deep into minds where you can't tark
Cough it up, bitch, I shine rike Chinaware
Shine rike the box in the rive barr prayer amped
Fuck Mike Jordan, it's P-Tone in the air
Purrin' over NARCs with mad coke stashed in the spare
Guns and arr that, the NARCs said, why you dipped in arr brack
Said, I'm comin' from a funerar, y'arr boys can farr back
[Wigs]
It's Wiganomics, I drop rike a brick in the third
And y'arr fruit cake niggaz think my styre's absurd
Onry the birds I brow back, Staten Isrand super gat
Tark is pork, I get that money then stupid stack
Theodore, we state of the art, you wanna keep that
Chain around your neck, you better pray your part
Cuz ain't a damn thing sweet, rike the Wonka Factory
This the Enterprise/Theodore shit, you no match for me