Ghostface Killah - Buck 50 Lyrics
[method]Who Im is? the phenom, them niggaz cant liveWho Im is? we aint got shit, somethin got to giveYall done flipped yall wig, blacked out the cribDie and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze*sniff* lookin at your ice like geez!Im plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheeseI heard yall kids is bout that, psychotherapyYou buggin where the couch at? wu, til they bury meNever tell a lie, like george with the cherry treeNow its cherry pie - if its not broke, let it beAint nuttin nice in - new yorkStick you for your cake and your icingThat tough talk? dont mean nuttin when youre up northSo keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedomYou know that saying - if you cant join em, beat emAnd push your way inWe aint acrobats but we flip on occasionPick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist upNiggaz rentin slums usually jacob, fool!Youre like, dude! I dont like your *****in attitudeFrontin on my clan from the stat when we aint mad at you[ghostface]Yo, yoStarks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofaysGhostface, jump out the window for a little tasteThe joopy look, my main *****es call me lazyEducated birds say, ghost you so crazy!.. theres no love to be found[cappadonna]Cappa slide through with the ghostPost up like paint on wallsDrip jewels, big heatRuffle inside the bubblegooseIts the odd coupleHollow points follow you home, staten islandPlayin with the big toys that make noiseEcho in the hall, a scared voiceNiggaz start to act choice, but duncan hinesDidnt know betty crocker had them two ninesMade the club moist, shattered the windowsDustheads runnin (yo)The rap kingpin bust the black jesus is comin[redman]YoThe words you talk, thatll be the words you walkBody you in the bed where the nurses arePut your vein out, watch me insert the dartTil it plagues from bricks to the persian gulfLight circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is offThat explains why my language offMy gun aim and cough, yall aint trained to brawlYall more like in trainin brasWet behind the ear, youre not preparedFor the project flow, with extra stairsI pass out a vest to wear (bullets, flyin)Yo, the hard wire, startin barn firesPullin mad, so you know its meAnd your weed got more seeds than odbCant smoke witcha, watch ghost tie rope to yaDef and wu will open ya[method].. eat a dick like (huh)Baby shake your shit, girl youre thick like (huh)Gettin rich like .... theres no love to be found[ghostface]Word.. its me yall..We in two-sixs flirtin with *****esDime plus takin pictures, how you doin baby? my name ghostDont get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speakSeek intelligence, slickest nigga goin since greaseCheck out the grays on the side of my wavesI grew those on rikers islandStretched out, balled up in the cavesPull a boot out on jimmy jam, text takes jamSilky texture, jordan jumped up like clyde drexlerAll up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they comeBiggies versaces, snow white rabbitHands is like photographic magic, funeral loveMovin when we hug, dont make it a habitHit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseledElbows unique now, meet the new meGhettofabulous, ton atlasZulu nation in the 80s in front of macysI start my own chaptersTyco nightglow velvet pose, special effectsHigh-tech armors merc you at the showsSupercalifragalisticexpialidociousDociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuperCancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper..[method]Shoe fly shoo, wally don clark crew***** yall wanna do? crack a brew, smoke an l or twoAnd flip like (huh)Killin for the whole click is sick like (huh)You and your stank ***** eat a dick like (huh)Baby shake your shit, girl youre thick like (huh)Gettin rich like (huh) yeah.... theres no love to be found
