Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Gihad lyrics
[Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Gihad lyrics]
Yeah one-two
(You got that?) yeah, let's go
Silent King yeah
The big park shit you know how it go
In them alleys (I'ma holler at you, though)
Since rap got locked right before
We visit the '90s chef in the kitchen
Cooking up with the crimeys
It's late fall, dime season
We bought the crib next
To Bill Clinton' mother
'Cause she fuck with the Chinese
They hitting niggas with hero'n'
It's fourteen of us with beamers
We won't stop pitching the Chevron
It's packed, kid
Black kids don't know how to act
They flashing Macs, Gillettes, a
Couple of stacks, yo
The systems is -upid
Yup, shorty with the pumps on
And dunks get provided and scooped, kid
And bloodhounds is hating
They knowing how the kid get down
Silent shottys with grenades, I'm waiting
And everybody love vintage
You see like four
Five niggas with half-moons
And wave intentions "What's really good?"
"The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel
Heard he had some old chick with him"
That's how we make it happen
That's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga
Watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day
(Yo) , and understand Wu is Wu
But on the other side of town, it's Tony
Laid up (Ugh)
This white chick want to gargle my nuts
I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair
Watch blondie-love whip my dick out
Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me
"That's right! Suck that dick! Get
It hard for me"
Pyrex in one hand, large amount
Of grams in it, rocked up
And she pregnant
My little man got her knocked up
He popped up
("Oh, shit!") I'm like a crooked cop
Richard Gere, big smirk on
Getting my cock sucked
He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out
But it was too late
Already nutted on the side of her mouth
Side of her face
And hair like Something About Mary
I can't front, my son gun look scary ("Whoa")
"Chill! She's a whore!
You knew it from the time
We ran trains on her
And you still went and fucked her raw?
Come on, son, give me the gun ("Gimme that!")
You gonna kill me over this
Bum-ass bitch you can't resist?
Remember Vel' had her in the telly
Taking the fist?
Watch how you aiming that shit
You should be aiming at Trish
She take a bone like a
Ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris
Yo, be easy on the trigger, son
You squeezing the fifth
I only did it just to show
You she's the easiest bitch"
He came close, had to duff him "Nigga
Give me that shit"
That's how we make it happen
That's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga
Watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day
And understand Wu is Wu
"Fuck your gun, motherfucker i di Pull
A fucking gun on me again
I'll blow your little balls off go to
The store and get me a fucking
40 'fore I smack the shit out you
Man word up while you're at
It, go to the freezer get a
Steak, man, for your eye
Nigga word up put some bologna on
Your face or something, nigga Make
Sure my 40 cold, too, when you
Bring it back and when you get
Back, bag this shit up
Nigga word up I don't
Give a fuck if you 25, nigga you my son
Nigga word up that's why
I let you slide, nigga word get you
A 40, too, and a pacifier
Nigga and a bib and a diaper"
(You got that?) yeah, let's go
Silent King yeah
The big park shit you know how it go
In them alleys (I'ma holler at you, though)
Since rap got locked right before
We visit the '90s chef in the kitchen
Cooking up with the crimeys
It's late fall, dime season
We bought the crib next
To Bill Clinton' mother
'Cause she fuck with the Chinese
They hitting niggas with hero'n'
It's fourteen of us with beamers
We won't stop pitching the Chevron
It's packed, kid
Black kids don't know how to act
They flashing Macs, Gillettes, a
Couple of stacks, yo
The systems is -upid
Yup, shorty with the pumps on
And dunks get provided and scooped, kid
And bloodhounds is hating
They knowing how the kid get down
Silent shottys with grenades, I'm waiting
And everybody love vintage
You see like four
Five niggas with half-moons
And wave intentions "What's really good?"
"The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel
Heard he had some old chick with him"
That's how we make it happen
That's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga
Watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day
(Yo) , and understand Wu is Wu
But on the other side of town, it's Tony
Laid up (Ugh)
This white chick want to gargle my nuts
I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair
Watch blondie-love whip my dick out
Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me
"That's right! Suck that dick! Get
It hard for me"
Pyrex in one hand, large amount
Of grams in it, rocked up
And she pregnant
My little man got her knocked up
He popped up
("Oh, shit!") I'm like a crooked cop
Richard Gere, big smirk on
Getting my cock sucked
He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out
But it was too late
Already nutted on the side of her mouth
Side of her face
And hair like Something About Mary
I can't front, my son gun look scary ("Whoa")
"Chill! She's a whore!
You knew it from the time
We ran trains on her
And you still went and fucked her raw?
Come on, son, give me the gun ("Gimme that!")
You gonna kill me over this
Bum-ass bitch you can't resist?
Remember Vel' had her in the telly
Taking the fist?
Watch how you aiming that shit
You should be aiming at Trish
She take a bone like a
Ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris
Yo, be easy on the trigger, son
You squeezing the fifth
I only did it just to show
You she's the easiest bitch"
He came close, had to duff him "Nigga
Give me that shit"
That's how we make it happen
That's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga
Watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day
And understand Wu is Wu
"Fuck your gun, motherfucker i di Pull
A fucking gun on me again
I'll blow your little balls off go to
The store and get me a fucking
40 'fore I smack the shit out you
Man word up while you're at
It, go to the freezer get a
Steak, man, for your eye
Nigga word up put some bologna on
Your face or something, nigga Make
Sure my 40 cold, too, when you
Bring it back and when you get
Back, bag this shit up
Nigga word up I don't
Give a fuck if you 25, nigga you my son
Nigga word up that's why
I let you slide, nigga word get you
A 40, too, and a pacifier
Nigga and a bib and a diaper"