Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch, Styles P - Metal Lungies lyrics

World, world, world, premiere, premiere
Premiere
World, world, world, premiere, premiere
Premiere

What these clown niggas hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin'
Is "There go Theodore!"
Put the ball down, we can't score
They pen shit to blackboards
Make queens out of wack broads
You see us comin'? Fuck that
Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch
Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun
Nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown
Shouted out
Made a whole safe with the pump root pounds
My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies
Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact
Sonsee didn't mommy tell y'all niggas
To wear clean undies?
See y'all should have listened to her
She knew her son had a big mouth
And some day death would occur
Please for Ms gale's sake, and her seeds
Pastor Freddy ain't fuckin' around
They knocked him with weed uh oh (word up)
It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit

Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah
Me and Starks clear projects parks
With our '93 shit
Army coat green and light tan Clarks
Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me
And put me in the tub with
Them like I'm a rubber ducky
I got a revolver in the pump
About the size of Chucky
I remember faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth
Like you was rockin' braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah
I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
My shit powerful enough to
Lift a fuckin' donkey i got heavy chrome
Niggas don't care if you live or die
They happier that Marbury home
Ya'll niggas better kill me
My street niggas feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
The hard shit you kickin' bout
As R&B as Tweet
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore
The sunroof open with the four-four
Niggas like

Uh oh (word up)
It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit

Yeah nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get millions
From the fiends who smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, you burn him and kick his teeth out
So we don't catch no case
I'ma make him look like he smoke base
We don't leave no trace
These rap niggas swear that they so safe
I don't wanna talk to you holmes
I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand more than my phone
And I could dial your number
Knock the smile off your face
With the HK 9, out the all-black hummer
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip
Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick
Fuck the industry
If shit shut down, they'll still bust my shit
I got some hustlin' ass niggas
That'll pump my bricks
And some dust head niggas
That'll dump my clips, what?

Uh oh (word up)
It's them (what you talkin' bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit