Ghostface Killah - Yolanda's House Lyrics
(feat. Method Man, Raekwon)[ghostface Killah]Ay Yo I'm Skinned Up, Nike's Is ScuffedStill Buggin' Earlier Around Four How I Escaped The BustThe Way I Fell Cracked The Face Of My WatchMy Mans Chantin' Me On Like "run Son! Don't Go Up In The Spot"Jettin' Through Bushes And Backyards, Neighbors Is Rattin' Me OutDogs Is Barkin' All You Hear Is The Car's SirensI'm Tryin' To Think And Toss The IronBomb In My Sweats Got Me Runnin' Funny, You Think I'm Lyin'May God Strike Me If He Don't Like Me, I'm Tired And I'm Out Of BreathThe Weed Got Me Paranoid, My Heart's Poundin' Through My ChestTryin' To Focus Up And Make ProgressThat's What I Get For Slingin' In Them ProjectsNext Thing You Know I'm In This *****'s Crib Chillin'Told Her My Story And Like This I Had Her Legs In The CeilingCookin' Me Fried Fish Sticks, Hot Side Of Them BiscuitsWhile She Doin' This, The ***** Still Slidin' On LipstickNow I Got The Fat Stomach On, She Crackin' A DutchI'm Playin' With Her ***** On The Couch, I'm Ready To *****Like Come Here Miss Lady Wop, Where You Put The Condom Box?She Finished Off The Last One, Oh Shit I Hear The CopsHandcuffs And Talkies, I Mashed Her White YorkieJettin' Up The Stairs, Them Pigs Want Revenge Like Porky'sSo I Slid, Hid Behind The Wall, Opened The DoorLike Ooo I Seen My Man Meth Goin' In RawSo He Jumped Up Balls Out, I Hid In The ClosetI'm Dyin' Laughin', He Said "yo Starks Be Quiet!"[method Man]Now Let Me Put My Drawers On, Nigga What Kinda Dope You On?Should've Knocked Before You Came In The Spot, Ghost You WrongBustin' In Here On The Government ShitGot This Chick Screamin' Grabbin The Sheets Tryin' To Cover Her TitsShe's Asthmatic And You Laughin' SonI Bump My Toe On The Nightstand Just Runnin' Tryin' To Grab The GunShit's Real Man, You Spazzin' DunThere Comes A Time In A Man's Life, He Gotta Toss His Pack And RunYou Know We Family Like Crack And PunBut Mr. Gfk, State Your Business After That Be OneNow Can It Be That You Hot Lord?You Did Some Shit On The Block That The Cops Tryin To Lock You For?Can't Believe You Blowin' The Spot LordMy Chick Is Buggin', She Trippin'My Dick Keep Slippin' Out My Boxer DrawersNow I'm Caught Up In The Drug StingNiggas Is Callin' My Horn, Police Is Hittin' Every Corner We OnCan't Understand It, It's A Thug ThingAnd In The Moment Of Thought, I'm Interrupted By Shallah Raekwon[raekwon]I Need My Money Meth, Gonna By Them Hundred BirdsTell Tone Get At Me, All Them Little Clients Want WorkHe Know We Fresh Out, Tell The Kid Meet Me, Matter Of Fact Beep MeWord To Mother Lord, Son He Got Me HurtYou Still *****in' Shorty? I Knew ItThe Big Mouth Broad That Be Yolkin' My Balls OutHer Little Brother Wanted Two BricksYou Know The Nigga Licks, A Maybach On Twenty-sixAll He Do Is Get Money, Hustle, He's A DickHe Told Me Foul Shit, Wild ShitThat Nigga Wear A Lot Of Loud Shit, No That Steve Rifkind Style ShitHit Me With Some Other Talk, Him In New YorkThey Robbed The Venezuelan Niggas, Stabbed His Son With A ForkThat Was Jesus' Rooster's Little Niece, Little NoosesFather's Homeboy, That's The Kid Who Gave Us A BoostHe Gave Them Things On The Arm, Said For Us To Be CalmAnd If Some Beef Pop Off, Go Ahead And Ring The Alarm
