Ghostface Killah - Fish Lyrics
Interlude-(<hey yo>, you know theyre killers themselves,<hey, hey,hey, 46>people dieFor them. you know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves<how youWant it? , how you want it? stop that!, stop that!>These are the men who lead the crime families of america. I control 26,000Men. except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. and ifTheres one thing Im sure of, its that drugs destroy your mind. and destroyYour home. in the end itll only lead our country into ruin).....Ghostface killah-We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap balladsThe biochemical slang lordll throw the arrows in the dope fiendVocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevensBroke the slot machines out in queens, grey poupon is rebel on rapSmack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like hilshire farmsCheck the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tapThat attract bow-legged *****es with wide horse gapsIn steel mills iron hell smoke the blow on dunsYou run heroins, primatine mist is afraid of my lungsTurn my channel, itll blow your whole bench off the panelLike 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed youEvery day is like a video shoot, check this shitI take you back to playboy, stash guns and whipsPicture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixtiesCappadonna-Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this onedonna shogunnin flip a ton of fashionDestination be the cash when I step past oneDont make me blast one, Im cold like eskimo flowCappadonna stay chillin take shots of penicillinClean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow outBut Im equipped with mad white, morris the rap got nine livesIll take a few hundred-thousand dollar divesAnd then I still never go downUntil the last round I shine,When rza do his thing mother*****a, ima do mineRaekwon-Now, where I come from cats be carryin marryin drug money***** up your wife, get four to life, claim we handlingMidtown niggers scramblin, moving examine the fly shitPlus quick to buy shit chef, yeah, you know the whole godsAsterick, fidel castro suits plus depositin cash rule big timePlay it like canadian wine, rza s the rhyme now, the sacredness ofOnes true mind now lets get colorful like money greenHigh roller coaster, sosa, million dollar nigger roasterYeah, god, be havin my whole steez lacedNow lets wrap our tapes, connect dotsAim glocks train style, figaro fly jewelTri-color cubans swervin well pow with germans in suburbans24 niggas with vestss on, my own restaurantDons sendin my sons membership formsThey still gettin this paper scraperFake haters from jamaica, wizards be passin like lakersAnd if you comin from lex, lewis, rich liberaceFetus style and block your goals like hockey....
