Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, AZ - Harbor Masters lyrics

Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut
Right?
Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights
Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out
On stage with the gauge
Flash the TEC like Clint East'
Polo drawers, valour headband
Genova convertible couch
In the back, with the two nightstands
I'm the man, nigga
When I come through dressing rooms
Had the goose ready
Renting cream and a bag of shrooms
And a nice suite, room
Service every five minutes
I need a foot massage
Tell the massause, she can't do it for me
Do it for God
I got the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge
Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story
Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say
Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ
I got five hundred
Under my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ

Cause of that, I'ma rock the show tonight
The Twat Team, gon' get those hoes tonight
That's Theodore shit, if you in your whip
Two step, you slipped
Get your whole crew wet

Stand like the Eiffel, move spiteful
Sport the Nike shoe
Nice with the mic since high school
Fuck who like who, fend to not, niggas
Trifeful
Plot cycles, to get dough, it's so delightful
Criminal IQ's
Spiral convo's with the sky view
This is what I do, pioneer
My peeps Power Rule
Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living
Polo polobos with the true religion
No superstition
This beat is sort of proof to listen
And hear the real
So you New Jack niggas kneel, sit it still
Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill
Fix your grill
It's ill, seen the game vanish in air
From DeLores to the glamourest gear
Show and prove
How I move, you know hammers is near
Never fool
Appear rude, though my manners is there
Get it straight
Say my grace, before stuffing my face

Cause of that, I'ma rock this show tonight
Hustle hard, I'ma get that dough tonight
Crime Money, all we do is just two step
Slip up, and get your whole fucking crew wet

Fuck the radio, the corners respect
Soldier I
I'ma about to get fly like I'm boarding a jet
Watch your mouth little homey
I demolish your rep i'm like Mohamed Atta
When I'm bombing the set
Bottom line, you got a problem with Deck
I'm like the police gun, son
A nigga name pop in the 'jects
Hate in your blood, green eyes
Watching my step
I'm all money like the Pres
No stopping the rest
This is Stones and grown man poking his chest
Play hero watch the K blow
A hole in your vest
Why I flow like I know I'm the best
Cause I'm spitting the piff
Half of y'all dudes rolling with stress
Come and see me, son, you know the address
10304 block work, first homey
Show me the checks
Hood crooks living over the edge
Ghost saying nah
That's a good look, focus, respect, yup

Cause of that, I'ma rock this show tonight
Light your weed, pop ya ects'
Let's go tonight
House Gang on the dance floor, two step
You out of line, get your lame ass crew wet