Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers

Ghostface Killah

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    [Ghostface Killah - Verse 1]
    Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
    I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
    Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
    Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
    The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
    My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest
    My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
    Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
    You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
    Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
    My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
    And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start shit
    Parole holes, six months in the box
    My little sister got her head shaved off
    She made it home for shop
    We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula
    Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya
    Gangsters keep ballin 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 slow us up, they hit us with dusk
    Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
    300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
    They say that my projects should undergo therapy
    We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.

    [Chorus]
    Guns imported from Dubra
    Wheel jazz and shit bags
    Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
    Renaissance
    I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel
    I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
    Cop killers with a box of dummies
    Dummies stuck to the project floors
    Niggas is suited up and be ready for war

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    [Beanie Sigel - Verse 2]
    It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
    My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
    My knife work like the guillotine sword
    Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something
    Empty out the whole clip and reload
    Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove
    Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
    The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit
    I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
    Just imagine what I do for a quarter
    Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar
    Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
    Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
    And im nothin like a father
    Couldn't come from these nuts I got
    To see Baltimore suck this cock
    I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
    Get it, understand
    Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't
    Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't
    You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
    I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
    Pistol whip a nigga 'til 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 like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
    So I ain't feelin Bush overseas
    I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
    So by any means is the anthem
    You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
    I can't stop won't stop
    This how we do it from Philly to Chi...

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    Composición: Dozier Gene, Bank, Beanie Sigel, Sean Cane, Levar Coppin y Phil Hurtt

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