Wu-tang Clan - Meteor Hammer Lyrics
[Ghostface Killah]I don't touch that swineI want that unnecessary beefYou smoke garbage budsWe smoke tons of keefFishing, looking for that big-mouth bassAnd flashing, jack your whole stashIn fashion, keep my goons linedIn an orderly fashionIt's glossy with 500 horsies in the BenzTinted out to spend the nightYou ain't got angel funds is low, stackYour ***** been ho-jackedStill scoop her up, bring her homeAnd blow that, cause Ghost be mostlyLooking pretty toastyFront row at Mayweather vs. MosleyWith a Bin Laden bottleA Brazillian modelGot the paparazzi jumpingLike they hit the LottoParty hard, like I"m freshOut of the cagesI rages like Charlie Sheen, I'm vacant[Verse 2]You drop your pants at your anklesAt the urinal at a ballgameI'm on the stool getting brainFrom a tall dame, cause I'm 5'8"Shorty like 6'2"Feed her coke, locked jawLike a pitbull. I was born to repYou f-cking with a hornet's nestOld shooters in the corner like?Young boys that be handling the rockChris Paul dish off, hammer in the sockGold flakes in the Gold SchlagerThe ammo green XJ12, you know the old JaguarGot the burch wood lacing the interiorPoppy bagels getting flavored out in SyriaOnly the Fonz, best laced platesCheese that reach maturity, dick sucks from Shannon DohertyTake your temperature anally and orallyMake a batch of home drizzle royally with oil[Verse 3 - Termanology]Hopping out the Rolly RoyceRolls Gold nouveauDiamond-studded shoes, soFlyest nigga you knowPuerto Rican version of ScarfaceF-ck with the God's sayDisrespect, piss in your broad's faceChains stay chunky like Oprah's bellyGot the purple and the brown:Peanut butter and jellyWhen I step up in the spot with the rockYou'll see the popular pop rappersGo in their pocket and pull out their walletWhen I click-clack, now get up on the groundCause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em downYou know Term, I'm the kid with the 'preme beatsButter Pecan J Lo, kid with the mean cheeks*****ies on my gold fronts, iced out note bookMaking volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cookI rode around with all kinds of thugsHigh on drugs, pissing out tiger blood