Wu-Tang Clan, Roc Marciano, Killah Priest - Slugs Thru Ya Papaya lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan, Roc Marciano, Killah Priest - Slugs Thru Ya Papaya lyrics]
Yeah, big blimps, killer pimps
Drug dealer science clients, militant pen
Equivalent to gun fire for hire
Slugs thru ya papaya, fire
Run up in your tire
And snatch china from your vagina
Roll like a tire
I'm on the move again like a fugitive
Slippery like a lubricant
My gun come with a duplicate
Plus boo I shoot from the hip
Like The Duke in the flix the coup is a six
How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jif
If I don't toot my own horn
If it's not me then who is
The street is in need of my g-influence
Put a G into rent
Feed you a tin, then let my people's in
Spin your vehicle with the eagle and
Get in the Regal with the evil grim
Get medieval in, bring needle in
Flee in the red El Camino in
Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet
Where them killers at, spray the milli mac
Jack your beaver hat
Mar's priest
I wrestle with devils, had scuffles with gods
Play chess with death while demons
Have shuffled up cards
I flirt it with murder he
Observe to puff the cigars
Flash back to all my peoples
Out there hustling hard
Spot them one talking to a sarge
Ask how much for the job
I have them stuffed in the yard
I'll struck behind bars
Ya ain't peoples that was weedy
Past you dustin' your car
Have you tied in the cellar
While he's up in your broad
Secret society, bravery is giving me anxiety
Brings out the side of me
Turns my hair white my eyes fiery
Names of dead back leaders you
See I hate diaries
Markin' in the scope off the balcony
Same bullets make Malcolm bleed
Too much truth can make your album see
Reality, a lot of mc's are cowardly
Priest's a writer
I put fire and hot brimstones
On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim's throne
Big Daddy Kane forever reign
Supreme over nearly everyone
Heaven son, Thresh to come
Guards gun slinger
Program the beat, with just one finger
Wanna win a thousand alliances
One of the triumphs
The plan is to lying land
Of the Mayans standard design
From liquid swords to solid arrows
Priest is the pharaoh
On marble floors, increasing apparel
Drug dealer science clients, militant pen
Equivalent to gun fire for hire
Slugs thru ya papaya, fire
Run up in your tire
And snatch china from your vagina
Roll like a tire
I'm on the move again like a fugitive
Slippery like a lubricant
My gun come with a duplicate
Plus boo I shoot from the hip
Like The Duke in the flix the coup is a six
How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jif
If I don't toot my own horn
If it's not me then who is
The street is in need of my g-influence
Put a G into rent
Feed you a tin, then let my people's in
Spin your vehicle with the eagle and
Get in the Regal with the evil grim
Get medieval in, bring needle in
Flee in the red El Camino in
Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet
Where them killers at, spray the milli mac
Jack your beaver hat
Mar's priest
I wrestle with devils, had scuffles with gods
Play chess with death while demons
Have shuffled up cards
I flirt it with murder he
Observe to puff the cigars
Flash back to all my peoples
Out there hustling hard
Spot them one talking to a sarge
Ask how much for the job
I have them stuffed in the yard
I'll struck behind bars
Ya ain't peoples that was weedy
Past you dustin' your car
Have you tied in the cellar
While he's up in your broad
Secret society, bravery is giving me anxiety
Brings out the side of me
Turns my hair white my eyes fiery
Names of dead back leaders you
See I hate diaries
Markin' in the scope off the balcony
Same bullets make Malcolm bleed
Too much truth can make your album see
Reality, a lot of mc's are cowardly
Priest's a writer
I put fire and hot brimstones
On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim's throne
Big Daddy Kane forever reign
Supreme over nearly everyone
Heaven son, Thresh to come
Guards gun slinger
Program the beat, with just one finger
Wanna win a thousand alliances
One of the triumphs
The plan is to lying land
Of the Mayans standard design
From liquid swords to solid arrows
Priest is the pharaoh
On marble floors, increasing apparel