Wu-Tang Clan, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA, Sean Price - Pearl Harbor lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA, Sean Price - Pearl Harbor lyrics]
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Yo, you ever been face-fucked
With a four-fifth?
Sweating, facial expression is stressing
Like ‘oh shit’
That’s the shit that I don’t like
Non rappin’ rappers in the booth
And they don’t write
Fuckin’ stupid ass rappers
Acting out of their character
I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu Tang and
A couple of new niggas
I don’t weirdo with queer clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it’s a thing of pure beauty
Everything that’s spittin’ is written
By yours truly nigga, when Sean write hard
Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the
Latest with Alzheim’s?
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Since, birth, I’ve been a fast learner
Ask my earth
That’s my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first whatcha thought
That was the gift? That’s the curse
I put everythang on it, that’s ‘The works’
I’m in it for the perks
‘Cause it’s not about the image
It’s the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I’m telling every member of your church
They gon’ have to put your image on a shirt
‘Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin’
That’s everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin’
Or watch me catch a homi'
Even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly
Probably leave you hardly breathin’
Don’t try to Blaze with Johnny even
If you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don’t ask why
I got my reasons i puff that Bob Marley
Might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party
Near the speaker not speakin’
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Pass any test of litmus
Workout at 24-Hour Fitness on the weekend
I’m sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious
Exotic nympho broad for my mistress
Life is good
Live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year I do what the
Fuck I wanna do here, nigga
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the
Shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out
Wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina
I’ll long-dick a bird ‘til she sings out
La la la la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I’m classic like Impala
Plus, I’m federal
When it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me
Fuckin’ holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern
Last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio
Outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in
The Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower
Just looking like Paula Patton
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Yo, you ever been face-fucked
With a four-fifth?
Sweating, facial expression is stressing
Like ‘oh shit’
That’s the shit that I don’t like
Non rappin’ rappers in the booth
And they don’t write
Fuckin’ stupid ass rappers
Acting out of their character
I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu Tang and
A couple of new niggas
I don’t weirdo with queer clothes
I share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it’s a thing of pure beauty
Everything that’s spittin’ is written
By yours truly nigga, when Sean write hard
Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
Pa, I’m the greatest of all-time
How should we forget the
Latest with Alzheim’s?
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Since, birth, I’ve been a fast learner
Ask my earth
That’s my mama, kept a burner in her purse
This murder in the first whatcha thought
That was the gift? That’s the curse
I put everythang on it, that’s ‘The works’
I’m in it for the perks
‘Cause it’s not about the image
It’s the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I’m telling every member of your church
They gon’ have to put your image on a shirt
‘Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin’
That’s everybody, I mean anybody
I might leave somebody bleedin’
Or watch me catch a homi'
Even hit you in the lobby
Shotty pop ya like a molly
Probably leave you hardly breathin’
Don’t try to Blaze with Johnny even
If you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don’t ask why
I got my reasons i puff that Bob Marley
Might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in the party
Near the speaker not speakin’
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Pass any test of litmus
Workout at 24-Hour Fitness on the weekend
I’m sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious
Exotic nympho broad for my mistress
Life is good
Live every day like it is Christmas
Happy New Year I do what the
Fuck I wanna do here, nigga
Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the
Shirt to the shoe wear
I crush the rings out
Wife-beater tee with no wings out
I got stamina
I’ll long-dick a bird ‘til she sings out
La la la la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
Back to heterosexual, I’m classic like Impala
Plus, I’m federal
When it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me
Fuckin’ holla
Power rings like the Green Lantern
Last seen in a mean Phantom
In the valley of Ohio
Outside the town of Canton
Or the grotty body projects in
The Killa Hills of Staten
Saw a redbone in my shower
Just looking like Paula Patton
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology (yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with
Burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology
Gun-ecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me
(Go Santa)
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery
These pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
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