"Fourth quarter time..."
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Clarks is lighty scuffed, need a new pair
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Jacob Javits Center, Wu and Snoop there
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D-Block pull up, olive green drops
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The interior suede, cuz that's boss crock
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Air fresheners hang, the joint is sold out
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To capacity, this young bitch keep asking me
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"Can I suck your dick?", "Not now, shorty"
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"Maybe after the show, just hold fast for me"
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Ferocious bangles, birds on both arms
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I'm jew-eled out like a box of Lucky Charms
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On stage, two treadmills, a pull-up bar
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Involved with the lights to give it that red feel
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Feeling like Bruce Wayne, making up for never making the prom
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Ma, you chilling? The belt glow in the dark
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Where my aunt stays, batteries gone
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That's when I pull a forty out for Ason
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
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Wu-Block, I'm from a gun play habitat
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Let me run into Nicki, I'm smashing that
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What you know about the ratchet in your mother mouth
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Killah banging the neck, with two rubbers out
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[Interlude: Sheek Louch (Ghostface Killah)]
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(Man, that's murder, you fuck with Wu-Block, now that's murder)
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Shout out to Ason (yeah)
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Aiyo, Ghost, I'm going in, family (go 'head, get 'em)
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Feel me, son (yeah)
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[Sheek Louch]
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Sheek and Ghost Deini, aiyo, Cap, pour that bitch a martini
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Loosen her up, fuck it, pour Goose in her cup
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Tell her chill, cuz the Gods is here
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Big money in this place, I'm balling when I'm leaving out of Chase
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Red diamonds on a Freddy Kruger face
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I don't get pat down, you know what's on the waist
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I don't mean jazz when I say I count base
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Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers
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Bumped into my high school teachers
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They said I wouldn't be nothing, sitting on the bleachers
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Now I'm sitting in the Phantom, trynna figure out the features
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I'm a big fish now, I watch for the leeches
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[Chorus]
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[Cappadonna]
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Aiyo, I jump on stage with my dick in my hand
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I'm a Park Hill nigga, straight from Shaolin
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New York is the borough where I pump my rocks at
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Bitch ass niggas where I dump my glocks at
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I don't have to get dip, I'm known and flossy
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I'm known everywhere like Remedy Rossy
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Never say shit, I'm hard and cocky
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Too hot for these tracks, wash this summer
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Go hard for the hood from Arlington to Sumner
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Yeah, nigga, what, I'm just one of us
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For all my jail niggas, that feel wondrous
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Fuck a fat bitch, with a thunder butt
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Mad groupie love, too caliente
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Mahogany, polly with Sin Jay
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My nigga Ghost Rider, King Sheek Louch
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I'm in the fly spotlight with that Papoose
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[Chorus]
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Pour Tha Martini
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| Ghostface Killah |
