Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Redman, Cappadonna - Buck 50 lyrics

Who I'm is? The Phenom
Them niggas can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit
Something got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig
Blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids
Freeze looking at your ice like "Jeez!"
I'm plotting on the mousetrap
About to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that
Psychotherapy
You bugging where the couch at
Wu til they bury me never tell a lie
Like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie
If it's not broke let it be
Ain't nothing nice in New York
Stick you for your cake and your icing
That tough talk
Don't mean nothing when you're up North


So keep them hands where I can
See 'em like you want freedom
You know that saying: "If you can't join 'em
Beat 'em and push your way in"
We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up
Pants sagging pull your waist up
Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool!
You're like "Dude! I don't
Like your fucking attitude"
Fronting on my Clan from the Stat
But we ain't mad at you

Yo, yo! Starks with the
Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face
Ghostface! Jump out the window
For a little taste
The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"

Cappa slide through with the Ghost
Post up like paint on walls, drip jew-els
Big heat ruffle inside the bubble goose
It's the Odd Couple
Hollow points follow you home
To Staten Island
Playing with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads running the rap kingpin plus the
Black Jesus is coming

The words you talk better be
The words you walk
Body you in the bed where the nurses are
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
Til it plagues from Bricks
To the Persian Gulf light circuit's off
Thirty-third of my brain is off
That explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough
Y'all ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more like in training bras
Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared
For the project flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets flyin)
Yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires
Pull the mask so you know it's me
And your weed got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke with ya
Watch Ghost tie a rope to ya
Def and Wu will open ya

Eat a dick like (HUH)
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like
(HUH) getting rich like (HUH)

Word, it's me y'all
We in two sixes flirting with bitches
Dime plus taking pictures
How you doing baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains
Or the way that I speak seek intelligence
Slickest nigga going since "Grease"
Check out the grays on the side of my waves
I grew those on Rikers Island
Stressed out, balled up in the cage
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam
Silky texture
Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb
Real as they come
Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic
Funeral love, move in when we hug
Don't make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks
My back all chiseled
Elbows unique now meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of
Macy's I start my own chapters
Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose, special effects
High-tech armors merc you at the shows
Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali docious
Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super
Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper

Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew
Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew
Smoke an L or two and flip like (HUH)
Killing for the whole clique is sick like
(HUH)
You and your stank bitch eat a dick like
(HUH)
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like
(HUH) getting rich like (HUH)