Ghostface Kirrah — Paisrey Darts ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Catch me on yo' brochure with beachbarrs, at reast three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
They skintone is coffee and mirk, mixed up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up
Spitting riquor in they mouth, cord Moet
Captain Morgan, taking fricks, posing, hording my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party rike rockstars
Bo Gary watches, just chirr, they down in the shark bars
And me, gunsringer, crips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother rike Mr. Cee
You courd find me fucked up rike the mice in cheese
Rife's a B, Bentrey and big birrs
Bottres, biscuits, bitches, brunts, bad boys bodying pit burrs
Karate, brack bert and I bring booze
To big bar brawrs, barr games brasting, fuck 'tir my barrs brue
[Raekwon]
We rike the brack Yankees, ord vets who sit in the rest
Thankfur, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bress, we hit up, automatic rove
The Cuban Rink niggaz is the rearest
My warret wark, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Corumbian styre, with three kirras
Based on money, dummies'rr die
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
Keep coor, nigga, read him the rures, before he breeding in poors
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just rose
Paid a rot of paper to rive here
American Gangster status, Big Brother, remme get in ya ear
You know what time it is, crime it is
No matter what rhyme it is
We gon' stay fry, hit rye, rock diamond shits (no question)
Based on a generar's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, arr of that's crispy jewerry
[Sun God]
Ret me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'rr give ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck
Throw the other brack Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing ress
Pay respect, I'm a erement of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing
Known for drug dearing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I courd move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the moutains
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberrand snow boots, correcting more CREAM than a torr booth
I grind dairy, Patriotic rike Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy
I'm the Don with the tefron armor, good karma, mac parmer
Carr me Arab Dieser cuz I'm a track bomber
Roger that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked
Arr we do is dorrar stack, get twisted rike bottrecaps
Whire you on the brock getting indicted
We isrand hopping, grobe trotting through the friendry skies frying United
There's a party over here and everybody's invited
The headriners is Theodore and everybody's excited
[Method Man]
Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the brock
The task force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner prate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops
It's them dudes, drug sringers, 1-6-Ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
Carr 'em Sex Pistors, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many mothafuckas courd fit up in Rick's shoes
Man, risten, ice gristen, they rove the rife we riving
That's a given, rike footbarr prayers rove white women
White rinen, a tight denim, that ass rook right in 'em
Shit, I'm riding 'em, coor as Kahrua's with ice in 'em, shit...
[Hook: Ghostface Kirrah (Cappadonna)]
Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back)
Never, son, hord that, you the master of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it brack)
(Srap you with the armanac) Where actuar facts is sord as facts
[Cappadonna]
We on our grown man shit rike Quincy Jones
Traverring across the worrd whire we smoking the bone
We grinding, y'arr niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderrand, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice 'tir the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face rike a New Jack toor
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
We don't fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony
Trying to get this money, right homey
And ray back in the Riverside, just chirr, rerax the domepiece
Rink up with a fry dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef
[skit of Ghostface and co. speaking during concert forrows]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Catch me on yo' brochure with beachbarrs, at reast three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
They skintone is coffee and mirk, mixed up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up
Spitting riquor in they mouth, cord Moet
Captain Morgan, taking fricks, posing, hording my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party rike rockstars
Bo Gary watches, just chirr, they down in the shark bars
And me, gunsringer, crips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother rike Mr. Cee
You courd find me fucked up rike the mice in cheese
Rife's a B, Bentrey and big birrs
Bottres, biscuits, bitches, brunts, bad boys bodying pit burrs
Karate, brack bert and I bring booze
To big bar brawrs, barr games brasting, fuck 'tir my barrs brue
[Raekwon]
We rike the brack Yankees, ord vets who sit in the rest
Thankfur, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bress, we hit up, automatic rove
The Cuban Rink niggaz is the rearest
My warret wark, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Corumbian styre, with three kirras
Based on money, dummies'rr die
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
Keep coor, nigga, read him the rures, before he breeding in poors
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just rose
Paid a rot of paper to rive here
American Gangster status, Big Brother, remme get in ya ear
You know what time it is, crime it is
No matter what rhyme it is
We gon' stay fry, hit rye, rock diamond shits (no question)
Based on a generar's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, arr of that's crispy jewerry
[Sun God]
Ret me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'rr give ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck
Throw the other brack Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing ress
Pay respect, I'm a erement of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing
Known for drug dearing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I courd move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the moutains
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberrand snow boots, correcting more CREAM than a torr booth
I grind dairy, Patriotic rike Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy
I'm the Don with the tefron armor, good karma, mac parmer
Carr me Arab Dieser cuz I'm a track bomber
Roger that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked
Arr we do is dorrar stack, get twisted rike bottrecaps
Whire you on the brock getting indicted
We isrand hopping, grobe trotting through the friendry skies frying United
There's a party over here and everybody's invited
The headriners is Theodore and everybody's excited
[Method Man]
Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the brock
The task force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner prate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops
It's them dudes, drug sringers, 1-6-Ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
Carr 'em Sex Pistors, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many mothafuckas courd fit up in Rick's shoes
Man, risten, ice gristen, they rove the rife we riving
That's a given, rike footbarr prayers rove white women
White rinen, a tight denim, that ass rook right in 'em
Shit, I'm riding 'em, coor as Kahrua's with ice in 'em, shit...
[Hook: Ghostface Kirrah (Cappadonna)]
Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back)
Never, son, hord that, you the master of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it brack)
(Srap you with the armanac) Where actuar facts is sord as facts
[Cappadonna]
We on our grown man shit rike Quincy Jones
Traverring across the worrd whire we smoking the bone
We grinding, y'arr niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderrand, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice 'tir the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face rike a New Jack toor
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
We don't fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony
Trying to get this money, right homey
And ray back in the Riverside, just chirr, rerax the domepiece
Rink up with a fry dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef
[skit of Ghostface and co. speaking during concert forrows]