Zin-Zeta, Ghostface Killah - Trench lyrics
[Zin-Zeta, Ghostface Killah - Trench lyrics]
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, telling Scrams, "Yo
I see the light!"
In the trenches with a trench gun
Got my henchmen and your stepson
Heard you're rich, boy - cut a check, shun
It's the thirty-first, and I got
To pay my rent, son
Pop a nigga's face just for ice-grillin'
Actin' hard like you're Vegeta think twice
Krillin
Give the burners to your wife's children
And make'em shoot their step-pops 'til them
Tykes learn to like killin'
I make pussy-ass niggas become killers
I could turn a smart, phony nigga dumb-realer
I'll rob the key to your safe
And run off with your skinny bitch and
Throw some meat on her face
I'm crazy enough to slump you in a shed
Then grab your girl
And hump the bitch with pumpernickel bread
Pipe her doggy-style until I come
All on her legs
And then bust her in the head
With a peg and heroin eggs what
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, telling Scrams, "Yo
I see the light!"
You ever wanted to get rocked
With a graceful hay maker, or worse
Maybe popped in the waist with
An 88 on a Thursday or shot in the face with
An AK- on your birthday
Or oxed with a razor blade?
So WHY'RE you so thirsty?
You MUST want me to set off the bar, par'
Bust shots that let off on your ma's car
Y'all can snarl all you want
But we're some devilish pitbulls y'all
Are just Saint Bernard dogs
Sht - you couldn't find a better villain
44 guns and a binder full of women
I laugh at niggas trying to get a win in
Dumb-ass niggas got me doing that
"Joe Biden" kind of grinnin'
Jigga's so Brooklyn, so Marcy
I'm so Bronx, I got a house in the Bronx
On Bronx Street
I'll throw you in a bag, like my laundry
Hip-hop is dead, and I'm the rapping zombie
What
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, telling Scrams, "Yo
I see the light!"
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, telling Scrams, "Yo
I see the light!"
In the trenches with a trench gun
Got my henchmen and your stepson
Heard you're rich, boy - cut a check, shun
It's the thirty-first, and I got
To pay my rent, son
Pop a nigga's face just for ice-grillin'
Actin' hard like you're Vegeta think twice
Krillin
Give the burners to your wife's children
And make'em shoot their step-pops 'til them
Tykes learn to like killin'
I make pussy-ass niggas become killers
I could turn a smart, phony nigga dumb-realer
I'll rob the key to your safe
And run off with your skinny bitch and
Throw some meat on her face
I'm crazy enough to slump you in a shed
Then grab your girl
And hump the bitch with pumpernickel bread
Pipe her doggy-style until I come
All on her legs
And then bust her in the head
With a peg and heroin eggs what
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, telling Scrams, "Yo
I see the light!"
You ever wanted to get rocked
With a graceful hay maker, or worse
Maybe popped in the waist with
An 88 on a Thursday or shot in the face with
An AK- on your birthday
Or oxed with a razor blade?
So WHY'RE you so thirsty?
You MUST want me to set off the bar, par'
Bust shots that let off on your ma's car
Y'all can snarl all you want
But we're some devilish pitbulls y'all
Are just Saint Bernard dogs
Sht - you couldn't find a better villain
44 guns and a binder full of women
I laugh at niggas trying to get a win in
Dumb-ass niggas got me doing that
"Joe Biden" kind of grinnin'
Jigga's so Brooklyn, so Marcy
I'm so Bronx, I got a house in the Bronx
On Bronx Street
I'll throw you in a bag, like my laundry
Hip-hop is dead, and I'm the rapping zombie
What
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, telling Scrams, "Yo
I see the light!"