Ghostface Killah - Saturday Nite lyrics

Saturday night, Uptown
Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's popping kid, we in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr j's
Blow on my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop fronting Duke
Fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, eleven in the beige boots
Heard a screech pull up
These Jakes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug
Semi stepped brother hugs
You asked the wrong guy son
I'm from Atlanta, yeah we know Mr coles
Flew in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been watching you, crazily
The whole Staten Island shitting on you
Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley
Holding snow in your ear
Fresh baldie tried to change up
Not truck today, still looking fly
Still slammed up hung
You mind popping your trunk, slow your pace
Starks fixed your face, copped out the six
Five years probash'
You dealing with a lot of science
Motherfucker we're watching you
Make me wanna lick shots at you
You disgust me, screwing me down, grab my gun
Go head bust me
Heard you hate Jake that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread your legs
Just found a roach in your tray
It's not mine fucker, what I said
You make the 13th nigga
A multimillion dollar operation is
Based upon it yo where the hell's the RZA
He's selling mics, wireless joints
Special made to go off in your hand
And which went out on point
Switched to the next scene
I'm at the crib bugging out on how po' live
Hating plus harassing the kid
Park the truck in the double face garage
Dial 1-900-Raekwon
Tell the God shit's mega real
Flashing me on BET, Planet Groove
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