Ghostface Killah - Rec-Room Therapy Lyrics
(feat. Raekwon, U-god)[intro: Ghostface Killah]Ight, Now, This Is How We Gon' Do This ShitYouknowhatimsaying? Niggaz Wassn't Out In The Streets Back ThenWhen Was Doing This Shit Son, Youknowhatimean?Yeah, Check The Story[ghostface Killah]I Done Flushed Bags Of Powder Down Project ToiletsYou Could Of Found Of Me On The Steps Dusted, Unable To Call ItJums In My Pocket, The Rental Was Stolen, Tapping PocketsOn The Local Drug Dealers, Just To See What They HoldingI Know, Niggaz With Crack Viles Stuck To They ColonThe Acid, Done Bubbled Up, Now They Stomach's Is SwollenThat Just, Life In The Hood, Surrounded Class, Who We Bag In Our StashThe Ultraviolet Haze, We Hit It And PassWe Toast To The Ghost Of Old Days, Yeah, Old Ager HumpWe Rap Renegades, Must Stay Paid[chorus: Raekwon (ghostface Killah)]Get Money (get Money) Get Money, Ghost (get Money)Get Money (get Money) Get Money, Ghost (get Money)[ghostface Killah]Big Fluffed Out Gooses On, Stan SmithsThe Housing Cops Can Suck Our Dicks, We Jumping OutOf Convertible Matchbox Shits, Next Drip InhalingChilling, My Throat Frozen, My Orange BrickBottles Of Cru', *****es With Baby Phats, They Swinging AxThey Singing, You Still Blinging, Daddy, Now Bring It BackThe Smokest Rap Nigga, Honey, I'mma Need A MatchTo Bust The Game Wide Open, I'mma Need An AxI Juggle This, Practice, Smuggle Heroin In The CactusKeep A Hood, I Still Go And ***** A Fat *****Actress, Slinging The Backs Of Five CleopatrasA Cocaine Chef, I Stretch Money Like ElasticMy Raps Is Bigger, Dynamics With The Muscle AdvantageJake Cutler On Dust, When I Blam Shit[chorus][raekwon]Yo, We Been Bagging Since 18, Kid, Polo Rugs On With Gloves OnRented Cars, Fronting On Winning BroadsGum Slow, Half Moon, Leather Pants, Avia' DaysKeep Your Hands Off My Blunt And My WavesBeneton, Superman Bomb, Everybody In The Lobby, We ClappingHats On, Protecting Your Moms, You Know How We PlaySpray Something Down If The Team SayIt's On, I Dedicate My Lines To The Pj'sTriple Beams, Pyrex Jars, Smoking Nickle WeedsAll We Did Is Look Mad Fly, Icicle RingsWhatever Homeboy, You Want It? You Could Get Your ReceiptA Little Closer, You Can Sense We Got Heat, It's Only MePlus Four Other Ill Gangstas, We All AnxiousTo Blow Up Your Block And Spank Shit[chorus][u-god]Yo, I'm Down For The Get Down, Hit The Town, Sick The Bloodhounds On 'emI Rip Clowns, I Flip Pounds, I Spit RoundsI'm On The Prowl, My Stomach Growl, Crushed By The CrowdRush Through Loud Records, Drop Mushroom CloudsI'm Not A Rapper, I'm Spellbound, I Melt DownYour G-force, With Heat WalksFree Falling To A Better Money, Bet He's HungrySpread The Honey, Big Head Inside The HumveeMix Lead Inside My Lungies, Spend Bread On My DungareesAnd Such And Such, Ghost Plugged Me With This SlutDon't Hug Me, Bug Me, I'm Ugly When I *****I'm Hard Like A Jungle Hunter, Bust Off In HeatherDouble Cross Me, Lift Your Boss Off Your Feet, 'course He's FeatherWhatever, Whatever, He Cried IndepenceTennis Players Get Fried, Playing Both Sides Of The EndsKeep Your Eyes On Your Friends, Cuz They Spy For The FedsWatch Me Rise From The Dead, I Got Ties With The Dreads[chorus]
