[Ghostface Killah]
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Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed
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Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust
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The way I fell cracked the face of my watch
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My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot"
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Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
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Dogs is barkin' all you hear is the car's sirens
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I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron
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Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm lyin'
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May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
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The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest
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Tryin' to focus up and make progress
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That's what I get for slingin' in them projects
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Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chillin'
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Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling
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Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
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While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick
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Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch
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I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
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Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box?
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She finished off the last one, oh shit I hear the cops
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Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
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Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's
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So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door
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Like ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw
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So he jumped up balls out, I hid in the closet
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I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!"
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[Method Man]
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Now let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
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Should've knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong
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Bustin' in here on the government shit
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Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits
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She's asthmatic and you laughin' son
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I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin' tryin' to grab the gun
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Shit's real man, you spazzin' dun
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There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run
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You know we family like Crack and Pun
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But Mr. GFK, state your business after that be one
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Now can it be that you hot lord?
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You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for?
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Can't believe you blowin' the spot lord
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My chick is buggin', she trippin'
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My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers
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Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
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Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on
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Can't understand it, it's a thug thing
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And in the moment of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon
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[Raekwon]
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I need my money Meth, gonna by them hundred birds
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Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work
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He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me
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Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt
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You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it
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The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out
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Her little brother wanted two bricks
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You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty-six
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All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
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He told me foul shit, wild shit
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That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no that Steve Rifkind style shit
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Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
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They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork
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That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses
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Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost
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He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm
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And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm
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Yolanda's House
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Ghostface Killah |