Shyheim, Ghostface Killah - Smoking Blood and Drinking Fire lyrics
[Shyheim, Ghostface Killah - Smoking Blood and Drinking Fire lyrics]
Niggas talk, tryna 187 me
Lying where they stand
Lil man that's perjury
No red on the bottom, not a speck of burgundy
I don't pay no hitmen
I do my dirt personally
Mask on my face looking like I'm Halloween
Peace to Shyheim, RIP naheem
Pussy niggas get shot up
In my hood we just ridas
Best advice not to try us
Stapled til we the livest
I be skiing in the game
Snowboarding with the work
All blue everything
Come through looking like a Smurf
When I hit you with this 40 that you did
Gon' hurt get the flowers, get the casket
Get the hearse
My name rugged, my motto is fuck it
I slaughter everybody in the
House for frontin'
I got a court date, felony charges
Tell the judge I ain't coming
He can put out the warrant
I look up, you're a liar
The pretender, getting higher
You're a lover, not a fighter
Straight pretender, drinking fire
The guns are dirty, the pumps in the big park
Mask on, we champion down and it's pitch dark
Strictly business, homes, no jewellery on
Extortion, yeah we gon' take
What you barely own
Down to the handkerchiefs, bank slips, whips
You got your little chick to co-sign
Now I'm gon' take the bitch
And I'ma - teach you how
To master the slow neck
Boy like the suce whip it like a?
Condos with no rent, six hundred thousand
In hefty bags with no room
Sitting in the vents
Yeah, I cut your motherfucking dick off
Every time I see you on
The streets I'ma lick off
Aiming at your ligaments, bullshit story
You turn palaver
Know that the Gods ain't legitimate
Gentlemen, this is rope talk
Therefore you getting AC on a roll call
Lying where they stand
Lil man that's perjury
No red on the bottom, not a speck of burgundy
I don't pay no hitmen
I do my dirt personally
Mask on my face looking like I'm Halloween
Peace to Shyheim, RIP naheem
Pussy niggas get shot up
In my hood we just ridas
Best advice not to try us
Stapled til we the livest
I be skiing in the game
Snowboarding with the work
All blue everything
Come through looking like a Smurf
When I hit you with this 40 that you did
Gon' hurt get the flowers, get the casket
Get the hearse
My name rugged, my motto is fuck it
I slaughter everybody in the
House for frontin'
I got a court date, felony charges
Tell the judge I ain't coming
He can put out the warrant
I look up, you're a liar
The pretender, getting higher
You're a lover, not a fighter
Straight pretender, drinking fire
The guns are dirty, the pumps in the big park
Mask on, we champion down and it's pitch dark
Strictly business, homes, no jewellery on
Extortion, yeah we gon' take
What you barely own
Down to the handkerchiefs, bank slips, whips
You got your little chick to co-sign
Now I'm gon' take the bitch
And I'ma - teach you how
To master the slow neck
Boy like the suce whip it like a?
Condos with no rent, six hundred thousand
In hefty bags with no room
Sitting in the vents
Yeah, I cut your motherfucking dick off
Every time I see you on
The streets I'ma lick off
Aiming at your ligaments, bullshit story
You turn palaver
Know that the Gods ain't legitimate
Gentlemen, this is rope talk
Therefore you getting AC on a roll call