Tytuł: Fish

• Wykonawca: Ghostface Killah
• Wyświetleń: 463

[Interlude]
  (, You know they're killers themselves,People die
  for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves
  want it?, how you want it? stop that!, stop that!>
  
  These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000
  men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if
  there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy
  your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin).....
  
  [GHOSTFACE KILLAH]
  
  We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
  The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
  Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
  Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap
  Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms
  Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
  That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
  In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
  You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
  Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
  Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
  Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
  I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
  Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
  1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties
  
  [CAPPADONNA]
  
  Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
  'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion
  Destination be the cash when I step past one
  Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow
  Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
  Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
  But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives
  I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives
  and then I still never go down
  Until the last round I shine,
  when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine
  
  [RAEKWON]
  
  Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money
  Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
  Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit
  Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
  Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time
  Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of
  one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green
  High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
  Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced
  now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
  aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel
  Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
  24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
  Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
  They still gettin' this paper scraper
  Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers
  And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
  Fetus style and block your goals like hockey....