Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Killa Sin, Cappadonna - Guns N' Razors lyrics

Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot
They picked the car up
They on some Flintstone shit
Oh shit and them niggas stuck together
On some Siamese shit yo

Yo, classic murders, slick gun material
Burnt up bodies that rot with no burial
Hammers that hardly work, go to work
Like a slave on a hot day, with no water
Blow you for props, in the cop's face
Might get knocked up
Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up
Face fallin' off they cheekbone
Gotta take meat
From they ass, to sew it back, I'm a beast
Homes it's ground beef, in the streets
So we squeeze chrome
Like fresh fruit, from a tree
So the heat's blown
Your momma missing, your boys are crying
Cut ya balls out your nutsack
The chinks are buying
Shit bags is like gift bags
You get it for free
If you master fronting, classic cutting
You keep stunting
Them gem star'll rip something
Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Glove club you down in the
Club, how you like that, sweet cakes?

Yo, it was a minute after twelve
When the tragedy struck
Niggas emptied on son
And left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck
The red Cherokee blood was pouring
Out his head heavily
The only motive for murder was wetter
Either jealousy
They found him slumped over the wheel
Horn blowing
Bullet holes showing, property stolen
Motor still going
Driver’s side door wedged open
The window was broken
Glass fragments shredded his grill
His collar was soaking
He probably knew the killas
Cause they jinxed him with ease
Cops comb the perimeter, thirsty
Looking for leads
Knocking on doors, questioning tenants
The lieutenant
Was the first to arrive on the scene
He knew he was finished
DeWayne Roberts knew him in college
Mid-twenties stopped being brolic
VA driver's license in his wallet
The last call on his mobile
Phone was back to home
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead
With two in his dome

This be the bird's eye view of things
Look how we doing things
We stick niggas up and we take they rings
Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit
We unstoppable spit razors out of our mouth
And start chopping you bank robbers
Blood jakes out with the obstacle
Ropes hanging down from the roof
My parachute soaking water, heat smoking, we
Scrape and we Pillage, man
Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize
Boat rides and tours
Smashed 'em in the crib with
They coke in they straws
Dudes step off the scene
Black face and four-four
The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores

Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with
Got gats stashed in motels and
Stacks by the hundreds
I don't ask if I want it
My attitude is run it
I don't ask if I want it
My attitude is run it, yup
Mega ice neck, with some fish
With some fish dishes rakim gems
My mind shine is what my weight misses
Anything else is uncivilized
Send the kind of niggas
Other men despise, you can see the venom rise
My nine leaves them tenderized
I don't need my men to ride
I'm in the moshing squad
Beside the car that's highly energized
Been advised, before, that fucking with I
Is genocide many men have died
From playing games from what they feel inside
Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy
Be warned, defending me
Like killing off a Kennedy
I silly song MC's get sent on base
Type of nigga spit the Remy
Or laugh in ya face
This dig in my waste, is mastery
Step out of place
Shatter that ass, like glass
And break fast like a neglige
Play with the biscuit, dick
Don't even risk it i, snatch up my misses
And dash on the interstate