Ghostface Killah, Raekwon - Good Times lyrics

Allah himself man, woman, child
The Book of Life starks Enterprise!

Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggas sniff
Coke and caught seizures
Peace to ten thousand seaters
And all y'all pretty ass Libras
My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces
I love fuckin' with y'all I
Got the George Jeff walk
Look how I dance, favorful robes
Bows and all sorts
Hold on, who turned the lights on?
One, two, my mic on? Preach on, brother
That's that bullshit, right on
Crackhead, stop it, dope pusher, stop it
The father sent me a message and
I came to drop it
The profit is to love each other
Michael Jordan, Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah
They got our Mother, go get Africa!

Hominy grit's, welfare cheese roach clips
WIC check day's the first and the fifth
What, Ghost?

Fuck y'all niggas and fuck y'all bitches and
Fuck the pictures y'all takin
Fuck the whip you in
Starsky bring home the dough now
The show is over
(It's over) It's over? (It's over) It's over?

Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels
Cash insurance
Tahoes, fly clothes and Ferragamos
Five plus five O's, one plus nine O's
Save our self, reach our goals

What if the Bible wasn't good
And good was bad, as bad as it should
It matters, feed 'em proper food the wonders
That Allah will do maybe he'll discover you
Look I'm like a couple jewels
Ticketron was sold out plus the Garden
Loved the way I move
People see me, G deini, hit
Beenie on the cell, see me?
You need me, you read me, Casanova
Get that weed to me
The champ be the vigilante
Ask me what the circumstance be
In me like Marcus Camby, hear me
I fuck with family
Dons, chew on this, the hit list got
All of your names, so y'all lames is hist'
I kissed the bangin-est bitch
(all night) that's famous for her tit's
Not that tall doofy chick in
Your hood called Sticks come on!

Bentleys with sharp shoes
Similac, Huggies, big Shazam jewels

Infrared shootin' at niggas
We back, execution, niggas
Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy
Super wizzes look like Luther bitches
Still catches ill inventions
Strength, real niggas rollin' blizzies
Fearless ninjas so illa, four-wheeler
Promotin' like Benz dealer
Instiller, get real for hugs
Let's chill feel I'm ill with color
Yo bakin', straight cake
Lay it on my favorite aces
Fuck all your understatements
Battle us? Battle gauges

A big mansion
Real product of the shrimp scampi
Sail boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer
Summer home, big stones and cologne
Remember heroes? I guess them
Corner days is gone
Mommy got a house, Daddy got a house
Granny got a house, we moved out
That's right, we moved out
Now that's what I'm talkin about

Smackin' all y'all stars and chumps
Gettin' cash in the larger sums
Shootin' dice in the church with nuns
We come with the biggest guns