Ghostface Killah - Staten Island Murder Goons lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Staten Island Murder Goons lyrics]
Yeah, testing one-two, one-two
Testing, one-two, yeah, one-two
I've lived the life of Sonny Carson
Favorite slacks was the baby
Blue knitted sharkskins
Custom made like the ace of spade
Switching robes when I leave the forum
In the sleeve is a classic date
Russian cut, mustard handle
Bout the same size
Of little tight Shawn with his Nikes on
Still blamp you
Vamp you, throwing homo's out they sandals
Leave your brain all chunky like
I'm advertising soup from Campbell's
Bowl legged old man give me props
All I do is buy 'em a bottle
Hit 'em off, like "peace, pops!"
Fishscale got the streets hot
All you gotta do is go
On the road, with Dipset, rae & D-Block
And that's how we take New York back (yeah)
Flex and the Pitbulls, Heavy
Hitters, Kay Slay, absolut
Camillo, Lantern, load the wax up
Cock and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy, next
Staten be the scoop
We them brick, flippin' niggas
With Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you
Staten Island murder goons, cousin
We'll scratch you
Yo, heard some of ya'll
Singing like Lou Rawls try to fuck me
You gon' suffer from blue balls
Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ
You period niggas be spotting with bad cramps
Intestines looking like chitlings
All we need is hot sauce, my pork eaters
Go and get rid of 'em
Kites and death threats
Ya'll keep sending 'em
For every dart you throw
My last one's killing 'em
Like cancer patients, in the process
Losing they hair
You'll be fighting for life
Scratching and gagging
Panicking, gasping for air
Suffocating from no-wind syndrome
Like somebody cut the neck of a deer
It's algebra in the third
Alfa Alfa with the gun to the rascal
Jessica Alba is one of my birds
Plus AlcaSeltzer's blowing up bursts
Out to melt you brain cells like Alien herb
We them brick, flippin' niggas
With Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you
Staten Island murder goons, cousin
We'll scratch you
Get lost in my hood
It's like you lost in El Mira
You might get poked up, smoked up, throat cut
Rocking them little fly chains, get yoked up
Ya'll Boar's Head niggas
Ya'll just cold cuts
Victims of night time street horror
Going home with casualties
The twelve gauge blew a path in your knee
That's what happens in war
When the high heaters don't eat
We creep, our stomach growls loud
So we don't sleep, tote heat
Won't speak
(we them) , we them grill niggas
We smoke beef
We them brick, flippin' niggas
With Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you
Staten Island murder goons, cousin
We'll scratch you
Testing, one-two, yeah, one-two
I've lived the life of Sonny Carson
Favorite slacks was the baby
Blue knitted sharkskins
Custom made like the ace of spade
Switching robes when I leave the forum
In the sleeve is a classic date
Russian cut, mustard handle
Bout the same size
Of little tight Shawn with his Nikes on
Still blamp you
Vamp you, throwing homo's out they sandals
Leave your brain all chunky like
I'm advertising soup from Campbell's
Bowl legged old man give me props
All I do is buy 'em a bottle
Hit 'em off, like "peace, pops!"
Fishscale got the streets hot
All you gotta do is go
On the road, with Dipset, rae & D-Block
And that's how we take New York back (yeah)
Flex and the Pitbulls, Heavy
Hitters, Kay Slay, absolut
Camillo, Lantern, load the wax up
Cock and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy, next
Staten be the scoop
We them brick, flippin' niggas
With Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you
Staten Island murder goons, cousin
We'll scratch you
Yo, heard some of ya'll
Singing like Lou Rawls try to fuck me
You gon' suffer from blue balls
Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ
You period niggas be spotting with bad cramps
Intestines looking like chitlings
All we need is hot sauce, my pork eaters
Go and get rid of 'em
Kites and death threats
Ya'll keep sending 'em
For every dart you throw
My last one's killing 'em
Like cancer patients, in the process
Losing they hair
You'll be fighting for life
Scratching and gagging
Panicking, gasping for air
Suffocating from no-wind syndrome
Like somebody cut the neck of a deer
It's algebra in the third
Alfa Alfa with the gun to the rascal
Jessica Alba is one of my birds
Plus AlcaSeltzer's blowing up bursts
Out to melt you brain cells like Alien herb
We them brick, flippin' niggas
With Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you
Staten Island murder goons, cousin
We'll scratch you
Get lost in my hood
It's like you lost in El Mira
You might get poked up, smoked up, throat cut
Rocking them little fly chains, get yoked up
Ya'll Boar's Head niggas
Ya'll just cold cuts
Victims of night time street horror
Going home with casualties
The twelve gauge blew a path in your knee
That's what happens in war
When the high heaters don't eat
We creep, our stomach growls loud
So we don't sleep, tote heat
Won't speak
(we them) , we them grill niggas
We smoke beef
We them brick, flippin' niggas
With Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'll splash you
Staten Island murder goons, cousin
We'll scratch you