Ghostface Killah, 38 Spesh, Benny the Butcher, KXNG Crooked - Buckingham Palace lyrics

Hunnid Gs bone crusher
I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes
I got 'em all in bad
Moods, stompin' on shoes, i never lose
I don't give a fuck about how you're feelin'
Got the roof on fire, legs to the ceilin'
Sexual healin'
We throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners
That'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer
Check the forecast
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We bounce off promoters like
West Coast hydraulics
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask and the
Wig are the fake dreadlocks
Bumboclaat, box of ammo in the pocket
It's all fun and games 'til your
Eye's hangin' out your socket

Watch how you're talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit
They're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit
They're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face

Hey yo, I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove pot leaned to the
Side like I'm pourin' tea
Black man in a foreign V
Emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter ki'
In the corner
Me and my dawg regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot, but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to
PA like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold my guns and bricks
I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick, but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm
Sendin' hit's where your daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign so my bitch
Look like Kimora Lee

Watch how you're talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit
They're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face
Watch how you're talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit
They're fightin' for block space
Box cutters, Gem Stars'll ox your face

Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle
Pop pop!
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe
Pop pop!
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile
You could be double-crossed by your apostle
That's the Pentecostal gospel
Black COB flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere
The atlas here is Westside
Ran up in the stash spot when
I heard my connect died
His wife is Columbian
Got Columbian neck tied
I went from roaches in the cereal to
Flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that
Overdose the venereal
While bitches out here with a burnin'
Bush like the Moses miracle
Why the fuck would I touch
A thot with some gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer
That's onomatopoeia
Go look it up, you don't read books enough
That's why Crooked's up in your
Mamma Mia, I'm a G, nigga (I'm a G, nigga)