Текст песни Buck 50

[Method]

Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live

Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin got to give

Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib

Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze

*sniff* Lookin at your ice like GEEZ!

I'm plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese

I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy

You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me

Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree

Now it's cherry pie - if it's not broke, let it be

Ain't nuttin nice in - New York

Stick you for your cake and your icing

That tough talk? Don't mean nuttin when you're up North

So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom

You know that saying - if you can't join 'em, beat 'em

and push your way in

We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion

Pick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist up

Niggaz rentin slums usually Jacob, FOOL!

You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude

Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"

[Ghostface]

Yo, yo

Starks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofays

Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste

The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy

Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"

.. "There's no love to be found"

[Cappadonna]

Cappa' slide through with the Ghost

Post up like paint on walls

Drip jewels, big heat

ruffle inside the bubblegoose

It's the Odd Couple

Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island

playin with the big toys that make noise

Echo in the hall, a scared voice

Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines

didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines

Made the club moist, shattered the windows

Dustheads runnin (yo)

The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin

[Redman]

Yo

The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk

Body you in the bed where the nurses are

Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart

til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf

Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off

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My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl

Y'all more like in trainin bras

Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared

for the project flow, with extra stairs

I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, FLYIN)

Yo, the hard wire, startin barn fires

Pullin mad, so you know it's me

and your weed got more seeds than ODB

Can't smoke witcha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya

Def and Wu will open ya

[Method]

.. eat a dick like (HUH)

Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH)

Gettin rich like ..

.. "There's no love to be found"

[Ghostface]

Word.. it's me y'all..

We in two-six's flirtin with bitches

Dime plus takin pictures, how you doin baby? My name Ghost

Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak

Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin since "Grease"

Check out the grays on the side of my waves

I grew those on Riker's Island

Stretched out, balled up in the caves

Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam

Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler

All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come

Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit

Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love

Movin when we hug, don't make it a habit

Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled

Elbows unique now, meet the new me

Ghettofabulous, Ton' Atlas

Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's

I start my own chapters

Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects

High-tech armors merc you at the shows

Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious

Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper

Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper..

[Method]

Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew

Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two

And flip like (HUH)

Killin for the whole click is sick like (HUH)

You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH)

Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH)

Gettin rich like (HUH) Yeah..

.. "There's no love to be found"

Ghostface Killah Buck 50