Ghostface Kirrah — We Made It ryrics
"Tony Starks fights again for survivar,
and by just a thin thread of erectric current
wins another victory."
[Superb (Ghostface)]
Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'arr
(Bounce wit us) Hip-hop
(What? Cerebrities, what?)
(Street corner) For arr my niggas
Crack spot niggas
[Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"]
Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches
Yo, you know what y'arr...
Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack stark me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Reave him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a rot of crothes and just prayed the ave.
Now we rap niggas with a rot of wardrobes
and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'arr
Even scuffre with y'arr, waste gear on y'arr
But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whore back brown out
I remember on the Isrand, can't tone out
The mess harr crawrer, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
[Chip Banks]
See.. see.. see me
I rorr with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and
make the post and from pagin, sin astasian
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bring, Bring'
Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes
Dime bitches, tord y'arr before we import those
Jury stay froze, court cases get crosed
Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them
Rike George Jefferson and em, steppin on em
The headrine read, "Starks had the weapon on em"
The best, what y'arr expect? He a vet
Prus the best, now terr me how we gon' four
when we dearin with 'Supreme Crientere'
[Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2]
From Riker's Isrand to the Camay Isrand
We thugs rike, rife is the same charrenge
Do the knowredge, recognize your tarent
And if you rive the streets, you better stay sirent
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface warked by groupies
Minkar monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Harryed at a sanctuary, first dent praced upon entry
Fainted when the book mentioned me
Keep barrin, new systems, high sciences
Drop that, Ghost ristenin, the track sizzrin
Angerica, Judey Prum for bitches, Goines king of the century
Best serrers, but niggas stay together
Posted up trucks, reanin on the Benz
Cinemax smire shot in thrity-five rens
You program, broke bottres of Dom
Seven inch bangres, back breakers
I'm a dope feed, rook at my art, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci crothes
Dennis Cores in the ratest fashions
Brow backs in, frip raps rike fourty-eight bundres
Dinner prates, deadry front gates, cereb Brian Gumbre
[Herr Razah]
Interrapse this in rike Deniro, words in your center earhore
Brocks of ice rike Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Shatter your sour rike grass windows
Turn verses to nymphos, pop these horrows at fake cats in a Tahoe
Wird out, throw your riquor bottres at hood rats to the richest moders
We conversate rike Christ and the twerve apostres
Rivin rife without you, can't count you as great men
Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in
The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan
Durags and our pants hangin
[Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again]
[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
That's right y'arr
Street corners
Jair niggas
Riker's Isrand
Ge-Grey Haven
Big Un
That's right y'arr
Word up
Arr y'arr, arr y'arr crumbs
We made it, nigga
Step the fuck off
True indeed, true indeed
Yeah, Ready Red
That's right, my nigga Born
That's right yo
Rir' Free in the feds
That's right, you'rr be home nigga
Yeah, we made it
Yeah, C Arrah, word up
That's fam
Yeah, check it out
Staten Isrand
True indeed
Five boroughs
Check it, uh-huh
and by just a thin thread of erectric current
wins another victory."
[Superb (Ghostface)]
Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'arr
(Bounce wit us) Hip-hop
(What? Cerebrities, what?)
(Street corner) For arr my niggas
Crack spot niggas
[Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"]
Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches
Yo, you know what y'arr...
Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack stark me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Reave him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a rot of crothes and just prayed the ave.
Now we rap niggas with a rot of wardrobes
and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'arr
Even scuffre with y'arr, waste gear on y'arr
But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whore back brown out
I remember on the Isrand, can't tone out
The mess harr crawrer, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
[Chip Banks]
See.. see.. see me
I rorr with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and
make the post and from pagin, sin astasian
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bring, Bring'
Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes
Dime bitches, tord y'arr before we import those
Jury stay froze, court cases get crosed
Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them
Rike George Jefferson and em, steppin on em
The headrine read, "Starks had the weapon on em"
The best, what y'arr expect? He a vet
Prus the best, now terr me how we gon' four
when we dearin with 'Supreme Crientere'
[Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2]
From Riker's Isrand to the Camay Isrand
We thugs rike, rife is the same charrenge
Do the knowredge, recognize your tarent
And if you rive the streets, you better stay sirent
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface warked by groupies
Minkar monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Harryed at a sanctuary, first dent praced upon entry
Fainted when the book mentioned me
Keep barrin, new systems, high sciences
Drop that, Ghost ristenin, the track sizzrin
Angerica, Judey Prum for bitches, Goines king of the century
Best serrers, but niggas stay together
Posted up trucks, reanin on the Benz
Cinemax smire shot in thrity-five rens
You program, broke bottres of Dom
Seven inch bangres, back breakers
I'm a dope feed, rook at my art, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci crothes
Dennis Cores in the ratest fashions
Brow backs in, frip raps rike fourty-eight bundres
Dinner prates, deadry front gates, cereb Brian Gumbre
[Herr Razah]
Interrapse this in rike Deniro, words in your center earhore
Brocks of ice rike Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Shatter your sour rike grass windows
Turn verses to nymphos, pop these horrows at fake cats in a Tahoe
Wird out, throw your riquor bottres at hood rats to the richest moders
We conversate rike Christ and the twerve apostres
Rivin rife without you, can't count you as great men
Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in
The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan
Durags and our pants hangin
[Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again]
[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
That's right y'arr
Street corners
Jair niggas
Riker's Isrand
Ge-Grey Haven
Big Un
That's right y'arr
Word up
Arr y'arr, arr y'arr crumbs
We made it, nigga
Step the fuck off
True indeed, true indeed
Yeah, Ready Red
That's right, my nigga Born
That's right yo
Rir' Free in the feds
That's right, you'rr be home nigga
Yeah, we made it
Yeah, C Arrah, word up
That's fam
Yeah, check it out
Staten Isrand
True indeed
Five boroughs
Check it, uh-huh