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    [Ghostface Killah]
    Aiyyo, make sure y'all turn that water down
    What y'all watchin over there?
    Is that the Honeymooner marathon?
    That shit been on all night right?
    Alright

    I smell the coke cookin, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the safe
    Woodrow the Basehead I surprised him with the first taste
    He reached for his pipe, pulled his sleeves up
    Told him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you
    His head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his pipe
    He's bleedin fatal, he smell like it's so ripe
    Told Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his wife
    Tell her to chill, feed her some white
    I heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw
    Ol' Dirty dropped his drawer, he put his fronts back
    And snatched up his coke napkin, with dick snots hangin from his nose
    Had Woodrow bitch on the floor laughin
    Goodness gracious, Tony gosh
    Put away the Frosted Flakes, you're killin us
    The residue from the last batch we all was straight
    Got my son ten spent five, stayed in the house look I lost weight

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    See that was Crime at the door, he got mad
    And I don't give a fuck what he got
    Niggaz can't keep comin up here, this the spot

    Aiyyo Crime you know the spot be bumpin, pardon me
    Plus I'm paranoid, and you know the narcs be huntin
    Niggaz probably think that Starks be frontin
    Cause I spazzed out, rolled up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin
    Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck now he's fucked
    Told him play the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck
    Every fiend that walk through the door, check if he wired up
    No shorts, only give him a play if he buy enough
    Cop ten, hit him off with a brand new stem
    Our shit is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phlegm
    Make sure you get that hundred beans from Pam
    She popped shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man
    He came through sellin his TV's
    X-Box and PlayStation 3, all we wanted was three
    Big Frankenstein holdin his MB's
    Socks hangin out, followin me
    I'm tryin to hide from the D's, nigga

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    Composición: Dennis Coles

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