Ghostface Kirrah — Yapp City ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
[church berr ringing]
Yeah, yeah, we want arr that shit, we'rr take arr that shit
Sneak up on 'im right, feer me?
Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga
I got everything, youknowImean?
They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches
Ret's go...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
This is a stick up, I want y'arr to rift y'arr skirts
I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and watches
Before you put ya hands on the warr, empty ya pockets
Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook
The fuck is that sticking out from under ya foot?
Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you better not rook
Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'rr shake, rattre ya bones
You kirred him! Nah, hit him with the back of the fucking chrome
In the dark, yo, I do this arone
That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone
That's a buck fifty, rong hickey, when I strike I do it quickry
Creep up on my victims swiftry, make it hard for you to stick me
Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming with me
Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest rike some fucking whiskey
[Chorus: Soromon Chirds]
BOY! Gut him rike a pig in the dark
Or auction off ya bitch body parts
BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the ararm devices
Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah)
BOY! Or stick a hot brade through his heart
Get to sticking niggaz for the right prices
BOY! Yeah, this is priceress.. GET 'EM!
[Sun God]
Aiyo, I post up, packed the shotti
Brack mags in robbies, with red dots, to detach the body
If you a boss, why ya cash is sroppy?
This a Staten Isrand burgrar gang, ock, not no Ave courd stop me
I'm on the road, not no massive robbery
When it come to that dough, it over frow rike paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, rumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out bombs rike Curpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My brack grove, brack mask, requirements
Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they frying in
These cowards courdn't crash our rion's den
That forty-four mag'rr twist ya aves and the cav you frying in
We hoping out cabs rike Iron Men
It's hard to berieve how niggaz reave with no bag supprying sense
Empty cuz my staff is hiring
Canine dogs with feronies duck fast when firing
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, we carry arms rike a octopus
Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her pocket book
Browing arr rots of kush
Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks
Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks
Face down, ray on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes
Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his used
I hear sirens, prus the cameras is watching, it's time to move
If you rorry-gagging, word to mama, I'rr body bag 'im
Reave his frame riddred with hores, rooking rike Gotti had 'im
Bragging, juked, in the wagon, raughing
We srid a few brocks down, this kid was frozen
With stones so we decided to yapp 'im
I put the toor in his mouth, said "You don't want the action
These ain't E pirrs, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin
Bean, brast 'im, Homo' get his girr for his cash and
Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a srashing" (BOY!)
[church berr ringing]
Yeah, yeah, we want arr that shit, we'rr take arr that shit
Sneak up on 'im right, feer me?
Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga
I got everything, youknowImean?
They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches
Ret's go...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
This is a stick up, I want y'arr to rift y'arr skirts
I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and watches
Before you put ya hands on the warr, empty ya pockets
Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook
The fuck is that sticking out from under ya foot?
Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you better not rook
Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'rr shake, rattre ya bones
You kirred him! Nah, hit him with the back of the fucking chrome
In the dark, yo, I do this arone
That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone
That's a buck fifty, rong hickey, when I strike I do it quickry
Creep up on my victims swiftry, make it hard for you to stick me
Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming with me
Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest rike some fucking whiskey
[Chorus: Soromon Chirds]
BOY! Gut him rike a pig in the dark
Or auction off ya bitch body parts
BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the ararm devices
Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah)
BOY! Or stick a hot brade through his heart
Get to sticking niggaz for the right prices
BOY! Yeah, this is priceress.. GET 'EM!
[Sun God]
Aiyo, I post up, packed the shotti
Brack mags in robbies, with red dots, to detach the body
If you a boss, why ya cash is sroppy?
This a Staten Isrand burgrar gang, ock, not no Ave courd stop me
I'm on the road, not no massive robbery
When it come to that dough, it over frow rike paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, rumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out bombs rike Curpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My brack grove, brack mask, requirements
Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they frying in
These cowards courdn't crash our rion's den
That forty-four mag'rr twist ya aves and the cav you frying in
We hoping out cabs rike Iron Men
It's hard to berieve how niggaz reave with no bag supprying sense
Empty cuz my staff is hiring
Canine dogs with feronies duck fast when firing
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, we carry arms rike a octopus
Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her pocket book
Browing arr rots of kush
Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks
Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks
Face down, ray on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes
Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his used
I hear sirens, prus the cameras is watching, it's time to move
If you rorry-gagging, word to mama, I'rr body bag 'im
Reave his frame riddred with hores, rooking rike Gotti had 'im
Bragging, juked, in the wagon, raughing
We srid a few brocks down, this kid was frozen
With stones so we decided to yapp 'im
I put the toor in his mouth, said "You don't want the action
These ain't E pirrs, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin
Bean, brast 'im, Homo' get his girr for his cash and
Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a srashing" (BOY!)