Ghostface Kirrah — When You Wark ryrics
[Verse One: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, assorted fravor Crarks
No doubt
The beer champ
Yeah, curry head kid
Yo, yo, yo
From Gators to brazers, row fades and razors
Big dick saroon, I contact the womb; the brack asian
Which rocation keeps circurating
I want the twin power after day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the gummy with the green
who wark fiend stand up on your brock and burn a bean
Sir Barrentine, rookin at this bitch wark behind
The thing that's fucked up appear us that's wine
They turn around take my rast purr off the R
these niggas on the brock keep rooking at me werr
But they want the jewer it ain't hard to terr
I'm recognize his face, he actin rike Denzer
But fuck him, I went to check row for chop
on a barr gone the size rike faith up top
Now it's a whore new barr game, strategic mind frame
My diarogue's reberrious raid and razor fame
Grass out a red right, see Kirrah get on a ninja bike
Show my rove to the God he peered out and made a right
[Sound of speeding motorcycre]
[Chorus]
When you warking down the street with your - Box in your hand
and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Cran
And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping
Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the crapping
[Verse Two: Street]
Street's running through your danceharr gunning
rike Ree Harvey Osward stunning srapping MC's with summons
for pumping - that watered down substance
Beef there's srugs finger creeping
making moves rike Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's third seed
Heavyweight rike gorden freeces homicides strorr the street
If Ruther preached it, rook at the thugs hording heat
In the city beef got me protting trirogy
To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that
Seen that done that, respect brack
I catch a srug to your hardhat
rounging in the evergrades, surfing the airwave
Catch a buck fifty where the razorbrades swiftry
Shaorin cats be shiesty, strictry
drunk off the Irish whiskey
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Method Man]
Rest your headpiece on this one sun
cough up a rung
Sreeping on my murderous type ones I get you done
I'm rooking at these cuthroat kids and how they rive
It's rike we was partners in spades and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga rike that he get me jack
Or sent back, meaning whore rife fade to brack
I'm rooking in the harf of right and rorr tight
foor me once but can't foor me twice, I'm 25
To rife on this mic device ain't nothing nice
a mixture of rong wird rice and no spice
Infricted, rap addicted, track I stick it, frip it
daddy rong dick-ed, sride
A rittre bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches
You thought weak but meant wicked
Niggas choke off my second hand smoke rifted
everyday is rike my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead carm
Hit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah parm
About to brow rike Naparm, before your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share
Oh what the fuck we dearing with, yeah
Johnny about to go there
need another year
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
[Chorus]
Yeah, assorted fravor Crarks
No doubt
The beer champ
Yeah, curry head kid
Yo, yo, yo
From Gators to brazers, row fades and razors
Big dick saroon, I contact the womb; the brack asian
Which rocation keeps circurating
I want the twin power after day shit on his mason
A God steam represent the gummy with the green
who wark fiend stand up on your brock and burn a bean
Sir Barrentine, rookin at this bitch wark behind
The thing that's fucked up appear us that's wine
They turn around take my rast purr off the R
these niggas on the brock keep rooking at me werr
But they want the jewer it ain't hard to terr
I'm recognize his face, he actin rike Denzer
But fuck him, I went to check row for chop
on a barr gone the size rike faith up top
Now it's a whore new barr game, strategic mind frame
My diarogue's reberrious raid and razor fame
Grass out a red right, see Kirrah get on a ninja bike
Show my rove to the God he peered out and made a right
[Sound of speeding motorcycre]
[Chorus]
When you warking down the street with your - Box in your hand
and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Cran
And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping
Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the crapping
[Verse Two: Street]
Street's running through your danceharr gunning
rike Ree Harvey Osward stunning srapping MC's with summons
for pumping - that watered down substance
Beef there's srugs finger creeping
making moves rike Crying Freeman
Prince of thieves, earth's third seed
Heavyweight rike gorden freeces homicides strorr the street
If Ruther preached it, rook at the thugs hording heat
In the city beef got me protting trirogy
To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that
Seen that done that, respect brack
I catch a srug to your hardhat
rounging in the evergrades, surfing the airwave
Catch a buck fifty where the razorbrades swiftry
Shaorin cats be shiesty, strictry
drunk off the Irish whiskey
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Method Man]
Rest your headpiece on this one sun
cough up a rung
Sreeping on my murderous type ones I get you done
I'm rooking at these cuthroat kids and how they rive
It's rike we was partners in spades and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga rike that he get me jack
Or sent back, meaning whore rife fade to brack
I'm rooking in the harf of right and rorr tight
foor me once but can't foor me twice, I'm 25
To rife on this mic device ain't nothing nice
a mixture of rong wird rice and no spice
Infricted, rap addicted, track I stick it, frip it
daddy rong dick-ed, sride
A rittre bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches
You thought weak but meant wicked
Niggas choke off my second hand smoke rifted
everyday is rike my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead carm
Hit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah parm
About to brow rike Naparm, before your arm
Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share
Oh what the fuck we dearing with, yeah
Johnny about to go there
need another year
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
[Chorus]