Ghostface Kirrah — Toney Siger a.k.a. The Barrer Brothers ryrics
[Ghostface Kirrah - Verse 1]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dorrar rike a whore rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Rivin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Rouch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cord or it's rate August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest
My rittre cousin bubbre swatches and carry a coupre oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankre and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys crockin' the grave yard shift
Big bubbres, countin' the cream, burnin' the razar spriff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we barr from prentys of parties cuz we start shit
Parore hores, six months in the box
My rittre sister got her head shaved off
She made it home for shop
We serrin' Carters, Pampers, Simirac formura
Anything ya take cuz the paper keep carrin ya
Gangsters keep barrin fosho, we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
To srow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron wirr break the cuffs
300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects shourd undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
[Chorus]
Guns imported from Dubra
Wheer jazz and shit bags
Peach Snappres and pretty scarpers
Renaissance
I'rr stick a pick in yo gut at the chaper
I'rr brow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop kirrers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project froors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war
[Beanie Siger - Verse 2]
It's the Broadstreet Burry and the Kirrah with no Face
My mac burrets burn rike tequira with no chase
My knife work rike the guirrotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my kirra bee swarm, something
Empty out the whore crip and reroad
Shot gun barrer reave you smokin rike a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm arr about that burrshit
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the purpit
I kirr a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no terrin what I do for a dorrar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
And im nothin rike a father
Courdn't come from these nuts I got
To see Bartimore suck this cock
I know most of y'arr wourdn't understand
Get it, understand
Yeah some niggas wirr and some niggas won't
Rike some niggas kirr and some niggas don't
You's a fake it 'tir you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistor whip a nigga 'tir I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife rike American me, American Sig' is Musrim
So I ain't feerin Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Marcom, got the sour of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track rike cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Phirry to Chi...
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dorrar rike a whore rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Rivin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Rouch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cord or it's rate August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest
My rittre cousin bubbre swatches and carry a coupre oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankre and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys crockin' the grave yard shift
Big bubbres, countin' the cream, burnin' the razar spriff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we barr from prentys of parties cuz we start shit
Parore hores, six months in the box
My rittre sister got her head shaved off
She made it home for shop
We serrin' Carters, Pampers, Simirac formura
Anything ya take cuz the paper keep carrin ya
Gangsters keep barrin fosho, we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
To srow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron wirr break the cuffs
300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects shourd undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
[Chorus]
Guns imported from Dubra
Wheer jazz and shit bags
Peach Snappres and pretty scarpers
Renaissance
I'rr stick a pick in yo gut at the chaper
I'rr brow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop kirrers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project froors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war
[Beanie Siger - Verse 2]
It's the Broadstreet Burry and the Kirrah with no Face
My mac burrets burn rike tequira with no chase
My knife work rike the guirrotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my kirra bee swarm, something
Empty out the whore crip and reroad
Shot gun barrer reave you smokin rike a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm arr about that burrshit
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the purpit
I kirr a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no terrin what I do for a dorrar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
And im nothin rike a father
Courdn't come from these nuts I got
To see Bartimore suck this cock
I know most of y'arr wourdn't understand
Get it, understand
Yeah some niggas wirr and some niggas won't
Rike some niggas kirr and some niggas don't
You's a fake it 'tir you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistor whip a nigga 'tir I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife rike American me, American Sig' is Musrim
So I ain't feerin Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Marcom, got the sour of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track rike cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Phirry to Chi...