Ghostface Killah - Yapp City Lyrics
(feat. Solomon Childs, Sun God, Trife Da God)[intro: Ghostface Killah][church Bell Ringing]Yeah, Yeah, We Want All That Shit, We'll Take All That ShitSneak Up On 'im Right, Feel Me?Soon As He Turn Around, Just Yapp This NiggaI Got Everything, Youknowimean?They Ain't Gotta Do Nothing, But Just Search Them *****esLet's Go...[ghostface Killah]Nobody Move, Nobody Get HurtThis Is A Stick Up, I Want Y'all To Lift Y'all SkirtsI Mean Shirts, Take Ya Hoodies Off, Jackets And WatchesBefore You Put Ya Hands On The Wall, Empty Ya PocketsFix Ya Face, This A Robbery, Nigga, Respect The JuksStop Shaking, You Making Me Nervous, I Know That You ShookThe ***** Is That Sticking Out From Under Ya Foot?Move, Turn Ya Head Around, Nigga, You Better Not LookStacks, You Hiding From Tone? I'll Shake, Rattle Ya BonesYou Killed Him! Nah, Hit Him With The Back Of The *****ing ChromeIn The Dark, Yo, I Do This AloneThat's The Reason Why I Don't Shake Hands, In Case I Gave You A PhoneThat's A Buck Fifty, Long Hickey, When I Strike I Do It QuicklyCreep Up On My Victims Swiftly, Make It Hard For You To Stick MeCuz If We Shoot It Out, Cuz If I Die Tonight You Coming With Me*****-ass Nigga, Eat Through Ya Chest Like Some *****ing Whiskey[chorus: Solomon Childs]Boy! Gut Him Like A Pig In The DarkOr Auction Off Ya ***** Body PartsBoy! Poison A Guard Dog, Disarm The Alarm DevicesThrow Ya Head In Vicegrips (yeah)Boy! Or Stick A Hot Blade Through His HeartGet To Sticking Niggaz For The Right PricesBoy! Yeah, This Is Priceless.. Get 'em![sun God]Aiyo, I Post Up, Packed The ShottiBlack Mags In Lobbies, With Red Dots, To Detach The BodyIf You A Boss, Why Ya Cash Is Sloppy?This A Staten Island Burglar Gang, Ock, Not No Ave Could Stop MeI'm On The Road, Not No Massive RobberyWhen It Come To That Dough, It Over Flow Like Paper Bag TsunamisI Take Shit, Lumberjacks And Tommy'sNiggaz Passing Out Bombs Like Culpepper, So I Pass Behind 'emMy Black Glove, Black Mask, RequirementsSent The Order To Trife Dies', And He Gon' Send 'em Fast, They Flying InThese Cowards Couldn't Clash Our Lion's DenThat Forty-four Mag'll Twist Ya Aves And The Cav You Flying InWe Hoping Out Cabs Like Iron MenIt's Hard To Believe How Niggaz Leave With No Bag Supplying SenseEmpty Cuz My Staff Is HiringCanine Dogs With Felonies Duck Fast When Firing[chorus][trife Da God]Aiyo, We Carry Arms Like A OctopusShorty's Strapped With The Mac Inside Her Pocket BookBlowing All Lots Of KushDark Tints On The V So The D's Can't Spot The CrooksJust Throw Ya Hands In The Sky, Don't Try To Stop The JuksFace Down, Lay On The Ground, No Sudden MovesYo, Then, Take Off His Timbs And Get The Work Out His ShoesRip Off The Pockets Out His Shoes, Make Sure He Come Out His UsedI Hear Sirens, Plus The Cameras Is Watching, It's Time To MoveIf You Lolly-gagging, Word To Mama, I'll Body Bag 'imLeave His Frame Riddled With Holes, Looking Like Gotti Had 'imBragging, Juked, In The Wagon, LaughingWe Slid A Few Blocks Down, This Kid Was FrozenWith Stones So We Decided To Yapp 'imI Put The Tool In His Mouth, Said "you Don't Want The ActionThese Ain't E Pills, Nigga, These Is *****in AspirinBean, Blast 'im, Homo' Get His Girl For His Cash AndYo, E, Go Stop The Whip, They 'bout To Witness A Slashing" (boy!)
