Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Solomon Childs - Smooth Sailing lyrics

Yo, behind those mahogany walls
Indoor pools with steel doors
Flipping eggs over in my silk drawers
While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L
Baby mother reading my mail
Just that they switched seats
To another jail, and his banger is old fire
He's locked up with them dudes
From the fucking Wire
That's when I passed her the bone
Started to cough
And flossed all through the house, robe on
Ruger out
Homebuyers see the sign, yeah ya'll
I'm moving out
In front of the crib, niggas flipped
I had to shoot it out
Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates
With big giant wall unit's
Even the front grass saw your boy doing it
Tone Stark he'll never fall
I even put work in, under the floor
In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw
Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the
Bush if the President call

Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing
I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down
Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found

Where the fuck is the kids crown?
Lady luck breathing all over the dikes
With 745 airlines, the color of Cajun rice
This the passion of Christ
Done seen it and felt it all
Til rats shit in my boots
Like how the fuck the rats get in my boots
A brown metal that sizzles
Wrap up more dead meat then riddles
Injuries that have you missing more
Games than Kerry Kittles
There's a war going on outside
You hear the fiddles?
And you so called 'unit's', go 'head and jump
And get your body severed apart with pumps

Aiyo, watch who you talk around
Cuz ya'll seen niggas snitching
And they quick to turn on you
Like keys in the ignition
Niggas start submitting
When them slugs is spitting and believe me
That shit'll hurt like when
Your drugs is missing
Yo, these bullets ain't thug resistant
And they see a nigga dying
Choking off his own blood is sickening
Picture that, now picture this
Picture me running in your lab
Like Allen Iverson waving the fifth
But this ain't no domestic dispute
Go 'head and get cute force my hand
And see if I'm connected with loot
Somebody gon' find your body on
The stitching of the roof
The art of gunplay
I stay perfected when I shoot
And this ain't a lottery
But ya'll dudes can 'take seven'
The slugs'll have your ass 'burning
Up' like Faith Evans
Facial expressions change when you're
Facing that weapon nigga, your ass gon' die
Try to escape within sessions