Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch - Blue Armor lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch - Blue Armor lyrics]
Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day
Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas
Got sweet hands, word
I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head
Get your top rocked, way across state
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine
Don't hold that weight
Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman
I own this lake
When I catch fish, I fry 'em
To they backside flake
I smash ya'll muthafuckas like
A seedless grape
And hang niggas like some ceiling
Fans in K-Mart plates feel me? Shake double
Earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks
Word to my momma
I cut the grass on you fucking snakes
Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way
Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she
Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla
Standing in the window, with a
Sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"
Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?)
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up!
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted
They drunk and they trying to eat
The hammers on 'em
And they ain't out looking for meat
I'm jumping out cars
I'm giving you permanent scars
Your hardest nigga
You can't compare him to ours
I'm sitting on crates
I'm missing probation dates
I'm stuck with this weight
My wifey period late
I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed
It's like every week
One of mines getting jailed
Forgetting bail, piss test failed
Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us
I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us?
I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets
Like in Back to the Future, when the car left
Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me
Yo, tell them niggas on the Island
Get strapped for me
Het wet ya, and throw the stocking
On his face, like when he first met cha
Yo, me and Sheek drug heads
Like a bottle of Goose
I had my road dogs follow your troops
Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew
With a flow so sick
My high temperature'll body the flu
Crack heads get knocked out
Right in front of the school
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up
He can't even move
Cereal box is crack and ratchets
In the cocaine spot
My fiends'll box filled with
Coke head classics
Dope money, flood me rags of kush
Heavy drags bodegas, I'm mad
My older sister Patty's a butch
Guns come out like my mother's teeth
Watch how I'm throwing heat
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef
From eight ball jackets to cops and robbers
My last drug run
I threw in two bricks to garbage
I wash my money in Woolite, dunyy
Sippin' on Folgers black jewels trucking
Still come through bummy
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day
Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas
Got sweet hands, word
I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head
Get your top rocked, way across state
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine
Don't hold that weight
Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman
I own this lake
When I catch fish, I fry 'em
To they backside flake
I smash ya'll muthafuckas like
A seedless grape
And hang niggas like some ceiling
Fans in K-Mart plates feel me? Shake double
Earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks
Word to my momma
I cut the grass on you fucking snakes
Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way
Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she
Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla
Standing in the window, with a
Sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"
Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?)
Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up!
Aiyo, my niggas is wetted
They drunk and they trying to eat
The hammers on 'em
And they ain't out looking for meat
I'm jumping out cars
I'm giving you permanent scars
Your hardest nigga
You can't compare him to ours
I'm sitting on crates
I'm missing probation dates
I'm stuck with this weight
My wifey period late
I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed
It's like every week
One of mines getting jailed
Forgetting bail, piss test failed
Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us
I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us?
I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets
Like in Back to the Future, when the car left
Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me
Yo, tell them niggas on the Island
Get strapped for me
Het wet ya, and throw the stocking
On his face, like when he first met cha
Yo, me and Sheek drug heads
Like a bottle of Goose
I had my road dogs follow your troops
Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew
With a flow so sick
My high temperature'll body the flu
Crack heads get knocked out
Right in front of the school
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up
He can't even move
Cereal box is crack and ratchets
In the cocaine spot
My fiends'll box filled with
Coke head classics
Dope money, flood me rags of kush
Heavy drags bodegas, I'm mad
My older sister Patty's a butch
Guns come out like my mother's teeth
Watch how I'm throwing heat
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef
From eight ball jackets to cops and robbers
My last drug run
I threw in two bricks to garbage
I wash my money in Woolite, dunyy
Sippin' on Folgers black jewels trucking
Still come through bummy