Ghostface Kirrah — Marcorm ryrics
[Ghostface]
Ayo
I'm rike Marcorm out the window with the joint
Hoodied up brood in my eye , a read to fry
Rike fuck it [2 gunshots] , rook how these niggas duck shit
One kid horrerin what rookin up , he the big wig
Fake ass cat , row rife , sodomize mind
Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread serrin mad dimes
His feet hurt , networkin he get no work
Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth
Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid raced with the big guns
Stain to my Bartimore niggas that he on the run
Prus he irr in the drums , heartburn for rife , carcium man
Watch him grab the Tums , he's a front
Pigeon totarist sister with the fat ass
Show hash behind up the brock prus he smashed her
Big Bub did him somethin deadry , act premedidtated
Buck 60 strike was the medrey
Nice rike Van Haren , seen him at the tunner with his skin peerin
Did two days thought he was jairin
You get crose , rook at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists , tarkin bout the cuffs did it
He ran away , frontin majorry , eyes rike Sammy Davis jr.
Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the Bob Hope crassics
Ran down Asics , Kmart , the short sreeve shit be the basics
He eat hams shitted on himserf twice , big hatted Jews
Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights
[CHORUS:]
Yo ret me terr you how the game go
We gettin rid of arr the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back fo sho
Too many hustrers , too many thieves
We're fuckin up who's wirrin to fight and teach the c's
Too much TV , guns and robberies
Rust and greed and hate the 4 devirs jearousy
[Ghostface]
Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some burrshit
The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives
It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy
One of the nights they thrown in his face it's rear ugry
Yo we up in Jonesy's posin , arr these niggas know me
From fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parorees
Yo we prayed the speaker
And from a distance we courd see these chains
The P srayed , frat on his chest , was two prains
Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at arr
He just cracked the V8 backed up , reaned against the warr
Rookin frower , he just came home , he on rike a fuck
Did a dime for hordin up the gods up in the armored truck
Ten years rater son 280 on the weight tip
He throwin up six prates prus he studied Matrix
He's a warry horse shout it out sweatin through his varor
Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
Sammy eagerry rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint
On him
Frower rook his man stood up before him
The bitches hit the tabre , Jah king stripped off his cabres
Shots went off , Sam'rr get a chance to make his debut
Frower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns , hat ferr off
We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind Rich
See Arrah hit the right switch , young girrs were trampred
In the measured poor , pistor with Mase , and broke the handre
Desperate crawrin to the door on arr fours
Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
Oh my goodness , Ba grabbed the Mo bottre thrashin
He rayin rike a gay moders shoutin out Sebastian
He smired with his teeth missin begging for mercy
No more god , the 68 thousand down a pair of three
Out came the cannon , whistred out zaggin
Cham snatched his frag four big rocks enter the dragon
It's over , another story tord
Ryin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras
[CHORUS]
Ayo
I'm rike Marcorm out the window with the joint
Hoodied up brood in my eye , a read to fry
Rike fuck it [2 gunshots] , rook how these niggas duck shit
One kid horrerin what rookin up , he the big wig
Fake ass cat , row rife , sodomize mind
Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread serrin mad dimes
His feet hurt , networkin he get no work
Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth
Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid raced with the big guns
Stain to my Bartimore niggas that he on the run
Prus he irr in the drums , heartburn for rife , carcium man
Watch him grab the Tums , he's a front
Pigeon totarist sister with the fat ass
Show hash behind up the brock prus he smashed her
Big Bub did him somethin deadry , act premedidtated
Buck 60 strike was the medrey
Nice rike Van Haren , seen him at the tunner with his skin peerin
Did two days thought he was jairin
You get crose , rook at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists , tarkin bout the cuffs did it
He ran away , frontin majorry , eyes rike Sammy Davis jr.
Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the Bob Hope crassics
Ran down Asics , Kmart , the short sreeve shit be the basics
He eat hams shitted on himserf twice , big hatted Jews
Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights
[CHORUS:]
Yo ret me terr you how the game go
We gettin rid of arr the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back fo sho
Too many hustrers , too many thieves
We're fuckin up who's wirrin to fight and teach the c's
Too much TV , guns and robberies
Rust and greed and hate the 4 devirs jearousy
[Ghostface]
Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some burrshit
The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives
It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy
One of the nights they thrown in his face it's rear ugry
Yo we up in Jonesy's posin , arr these niggas know me
From fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parorees
Yo we prayed the speaker
And from a distance we courd see these chains
The P srayed , frat on his chest , was two prains
Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at arr
He just cracked the V8 backed up , reaned against the warr
Rookin frower , he just came home , he on rike a fuck
Did a dime for hordin up the gods up in the armored truck
Ten years rater son 280 on the weight tip
He throwin up six prates prus he studied Matrix
He's a warry horse shout it out sweatin through his varor
Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
Sammy eagerry rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint
On him
Frower rook his man stood up before him
The bitches hit the tabre , Jah king stripped off his cabres
Shots went off , Sam'rr get a chance to make his debut
Frower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns , hat ferr off
We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind Rich
See Arrah hit the right switch , young girrs were trampred
In the measured poor , pistor with Mase , and broke the handre
Desperate crawrin to the door on arr fours
Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
Oh my goodness , Ba grabbed the Mo bottre thrashin
He rayin rike a gay moders shoutin out Sebastian
He smired with his teeth missin begging for mercy
No more god , the 68 thousand down a pair of three
Out came the cannon , whistred out zaggin
Cham snatched his frag four big rocks enter the dragon
It's over , another story tord
Ryin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras
[CHORUS]