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Ghostface Killah The Big Doe Rehab Yolanda's House [Intro: Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)] I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo) [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is scuffed, still bugging Earlier, around four, how I escaped the bus The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch, my man's chanting me on Like run, son, don't go up in the spot Jetting through bushes and backyards, neighbors is ratting me out Dogs is barking all you hear is the cars Sirens, I'm trying to think, and toss the iron Bomb in my sweats, got me running funny, you think I'm lying May God strike me, if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath Got me paranoid, my heart's pounding through my chest Trying to focus, yup, and make progress That's what I get for slinging in them projects Next thing you knew, I'm in this bitch's crib, chilling Told 'em my story, you'll like this, I had her legs in the ceiling Cooking me fried fishsticks, hot side of them biscuits While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking the Dutch Playing with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to f**k Like come here, miss Lady Wop, where you put the condom box You finished off the last one, oh shit, I hear the cops Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed the white yorkie Jetting up the steps, and pitch them revenge like Porky's So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door Like 'ooh', I seen my man Meth going in raw So he jumped up, balls out, hid in the closet I'm dying laughing, he said "Yo, Starks, be quiet" [Method Man] And let me put my drawers on, nigga, what dope shit, you on? Should of knocked, before you came in the spot, Ghost, you wrong Busting in here on that government shit, got the chick screaming Grabbing the sheets, trying to cover her tits She's asthmatic and you laughing, son, I bought my toe all the nice things Just run and try to grab the gun Cuz shit's real, man, you spazzing dunn There come a time in a man's life, he got to toss his pack and run You know he family like Crack and Pun, but Mr. G.F.K. State your business, after that, be one Now can it be that you hot, lord, you did some shit on the block That the cops trying to lock you for Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging You tripping, my dick keep slipping out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting, niggas is calling my horn Police is hitting every corner we on Can't understand that it's a thug thing, and in the middle of thought I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon [Raekwon] I need my money, Meth, going on about them hundred birds Tell Tone to get at me, on 'em and my clients want work He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter fact, beep me Word to mother, lord, sunny got me hurt You still f**king shorty? I knew it, the big mouth broad That be yoking my balls out, her little brother wanted two bricks You know that nigga 'Lipps, he Maybach, on 26 All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick Tell me foul shit, wild shit, ya'll niggas wear alotta loud shit Yo, that Steve Rifkin style, shit Hit me with some other talk, him in New York They love the Venezuela nigga, stabbed his son with a fork That was Jesus roofs, his little niece Little niece, his father's homework That's the kid who gave us a boost He gave them things on the arms, said for us to be calm And if some beef pop off, go 'head and ring the alarm *Joi Starr ad-libs to end* |
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