Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - 4 in the Morning lyrics

Did he have hands? Did he have a face?
Yes then it wasn't us

Bernard Goetz Gazelle's on
45 in the bag, mask a Bourdon
Sacks Willy jury is all really
Rich nigga's paying for the team
Sniff the eighth and feed Lily
Lily is a cocaine Willy
Who got mad connects in a
Small town in Philly
Octopus soul sister rock a puss
Ghost outside parked vertical
Yeah, the Jakes'll murder you
Four to five hundred bricks
Dicks come in with no tie on
That symbolizes the wire on
All Krylon heat my rings bling 500 feet away
Hit the church steeples in the D
Brand new shells on, a python, a Fisker
Twist from the Astons made for the listener
Or rather yeah, the driver, suicide rider
B bums and Wally's
Me and Shallah's colleagues

4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning

Blow hands, the stove is a roaster where
Bottles whip in motion
May cause 'drop him in the ocean'
Irish blood gangsters, the roulettes
Cooler moving through Texas
Grandmother she Mex-ish, yup
Tablets, krills, bath salts, last call
Get it drugs flying minutes like a fastball
Smash all, I will remain clean
The status calm
I do it for niggas who last long
Last Don's chill, Kings in the chair
Cigars in the air
This the last part with snakes
That'll break any mans arm
Which way the grass growin'
We've sown enough and now we're farmers
Who come through with lawn mowers and armor

4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning

Yeah, I used to move cracks
Sort diesel and gats
Runnin' trains on them hood rat
Bitches up in the trap
We used to blow 'em out
Fiends comin' in hike with they seized bite
With residue stuck all on they pipe
4 in the mornin' when the gates start jumpin'
Dustheads lurkin' and the
Fiends start thumpin'
And it seems like the fiends, he own CREAM
So they jumpin'
Bean told Cream he stole green so he cut ‘em
Ditch him Star
Souflee'd one half of his cheekbone
Now he talkin' out the side of his mouth
But yo, peep homes, stuck
Fly dust, that's four finger nuggets
With plastic stuffed in the Kangol buckets
Dirty burners on, gloves and scanners
Smart mouth
Teymor bitches in the back gettin' sandwiched
After a dick suck accountant
In the wee hours, backing up mountains
4 in the morning

4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning
4 in the morning 4 in the morning