[Ghostface Killah] Eh yo, I’m here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba Run up in the large house and – throw out the Ruger Some say I’m good – others pray – the want me to fall Battle me – come one, come all – I leave ya jaw hangin’ New York City Slinger – Stark Nitty I’m straight like a flat chester with some low titties Plus my chain hangin’ down to my dick CB hits – grand on the hits – Star Trek VI Black flicks – come on.. We fuck prostitutes – tie ’em to the bed Throw ’em in the lasso – givin’ me backstage hed Picture me in Isreal sandles – Gucci open-toe Book of Life – two on Camay – no H2O Bandit – I’m like Moses – split the sea Y’all split jeans – my last tape was the illy poster Move crowds like the March of Dimes – fuck this rhyme..
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[Ghostface Killah] Walter in Dr. Jay’s – rock the Jay’s Spot niggaz with K’s – son they feelin’ your ways It’s like mayonaisse – old people love you – corns on their feet Fifteen, twenty deep – you walked in, cross street Walk under red light – sound went through Crown Heights Even had ’em on bikes – they was startin’ fights New Years had ’em all drunk – lazy eye Milton Found a bump – tried to buck and Scotty snatched Janet’s wig off that night Shit got hectic – barber Jim fuckin’ old man Chef But God shit’s real as a fuck Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up – Thunderbird in cuffs Skeeter with no teeth – night train lips Beefin’ with police – Grade-A inch knees Duke blew a bag with him – he got butt-naked in the ‘villes Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill.. Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up – Thunderbird in cuffs