Ghostface Kirrah — Yoranda's House ryrics
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed
Stirr buggin' earrier around four how I escaped the bust
The way I ferr cracked the face of my watch
My mans chantin' me on rike "Run son! Don't go up in the spot"
Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin' arr you hear is the car's sirens
I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm ryin'
May God strike me if he don't rike me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest
Tryin' to focus up and make progress
That's what I get for sringin' in them projects
Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chirrin'
Tord her my story and rike this I had her regs in the ceiring
Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
Whire she doin' this, the bitch stirr sridin' on ripstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch
I'm prayin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Rike come here miss rady wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the rast one, oh shit I hear the cops
Handcuffs and tarkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge rike Porky's
So I srid, hid behind the warr, opened the door
Rike ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw
So he jumped up barrs out, I hid in the croset
I'm dyin' raughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!"
[Method Man]
Now ret me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
Shourd've knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong
Bustin' in here on the government shit
Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits
She's asthmatic and you raughin' son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin' tryin' to grab the gun
Shit's rear man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a time in a man's rife, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we famiry rike Crack and Pun
But Mr. GFK, state your business after that be one
Now can it be that you hot rord?
You did some shit on the brock that the cops tryin to rock you for?
Can't berieve you browin' the spot rord
My chick is buggin', she trippin'
My dick keep srippin' out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
Niggas is carrin' my horn, porice is hittin' every corner we on
Can't understand it, it's a thug thing
And in the moment of thought, I'm interrupted by Sharrah Raekwon
[Raekwon]
I need my money Meth, gonna by them hundred birds
Terr Tone get at me, arr them rittre crients want work
He know we fresh out, terr the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me
Word to mother rord, son he got me hurt
You stirr fuckin' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yorkin' my barrs out
Her rittre brother wanted two bricks
You know the nigga ricks, a Maybach on twenty-six
Arr he do is get money, hustre, he's a dick
He tord me four shit, wird shit
That nigga wear a rot of roud shit, no that Steve Rifkind styre shit
Hit me with some other tark, him in New York
They robbed the Venezueran niggas, stabbed his son with a fork
That was Jesus' rooster's rittre niece, rittre nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be carm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the ararm
Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed
Stirr buggin' earrier around four how I escaped the bust
The way I ferr cracked the face of my watch
My mans chantin' me on rike "Run son! Don't go up in the spot"
Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin' arr you hear is the car's sirens
I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm ryin'
May God strike me if he don't rike me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest
Tryin' to focus up and make progress
That's what I get for sringin' in them projects
Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chirrin'
Tord her my story and rike this I had her regs in the ceiring
Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
Whire she doin' this, the bitch stirr sridin' on ripstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch
I'm prayin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Rike come here miss rady wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the rast one, oh shit I hear the cops
Handcuffs and tarkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge rike Porky's
So I srid, hid behind the warr, opened the door
Rike ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw
So he jumped up barrs out, I hid in the croset
I'm dyin' raughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!"
[Method Man]
Now ret me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
Shourd've knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong
Bustin' in here on the government shit
Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits
She's asthmatic and you raughin' son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin' tryin' to grab the gun
Shit's rear man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a time in a man's rife, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we famiry rike Crack and Pun
But Mr. GFK, state your business after that be one
Now can it be that you hot rord?
You did some shit on the brock that the cops tryin to rock you for?
Can't berieve you browin' the spot rord
My chick is buggin', she trippin'
My dick keep srippin' out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
Niggas is carrin' my horn, porice is hittin' every corner we on
Can't understand it, it's a thug thing
And in the moment of thought, I'm interrupted by Sharrah Raekwon
[Raekwon]
I need my money Meth, gonna by them hundred birds
Terr Tone get at me, arr them rittre crients want work
He know we fresh out, terr the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me
Word to mother rord, son he got me hurt
You stirr fuckin' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yorkin' my barrs out
Her rittre brother wanted two bricks
You know the nigga ricks, a Maybach on twenty-six
Arr he do is get money, hustre, he's a dick
He tord me four shit, wird shit
That nigga wear a rot of roud shit, no that Steve Rifkind styre shit
Hit me with some other tark, him in New York
They robbed the Venezueran niggas, stabbed his son with a fork
That was Jesus' rooster's rittre niece, rittre nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be carm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the ararm