[Ghostface Killah]Oh yeah, motherfuckerIt's realY'all niggas hold your gunsThrow your guns down, put 'em downYo, we in the fields with heatYou fake niggas eat kid meals to meatWe street referees, we rockjean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecksCertified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techsBut wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like beach nutCall off the mutts, it's me againGhost, your host this evenin(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonite)Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingleFetch me a Remy Martin on DiamondsFlair-laided Gucci joints, I never woreI might give 'em to my brother-in-lawFitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrowsBorrow the God jewels, Gucci gogglesThat's how the God do, Motown twenty-fiveMy office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choiceWe guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throatsLive on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coatsJungle in the club, we play ColomboFrost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky wayIce on the floor, El-Producto in the sleevein the seam of his mink, he said "Don't drink"Think before he talked, he walked like he orderedChamp room down in Vegas, vendin machinesI sip Alize' compliments of E&JChorus: 60 Second Assassin *singing* (Ghostface) x2The streets is rough out hereCrack game came and had us yearsWhat is a man to do? (Brother)
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[Ghostface Killah]
Oh yeah, motherfucker
It's real
Y'all niggas hold your guns
Throw your guns down, put 'em down
Yo, we in the fields with heat
You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat
We street referees, we rock
jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks
Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs
But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like beach nut
Call off the mutts, it's me again
Ghost, your host this evenin
(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonite)
Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle
Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds
Flair-laided Gucci joints, I never wore
I might give 'em to my brother-in-law
Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrows
Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles
That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five
My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice
We guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats
Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats
Jungle in the club, we play Colombo
Frost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way
Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve
in the seam of his mink, he said "Don't drink"
Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered
Champ room down in Vegas, vendin machines
I sip Alize' compliments of E&J
Chorus: 60 Second Assassin *singing* (Ghostface) x2
The streets is rough out here
Crack game came and had us years
What is a man to do? (Brother)
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