[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military
Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day
Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch n***as got sweet hands, word
I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head
Get your top rocked, way across state
The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight
Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake
When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they backside flake
I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape
And hang n***as like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates
Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, big shanks
Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes
Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way
Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she
Bitch ass n***a for sale, like Magilla
Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah & Sheek Louch]
Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?)
Stab one of them n***as, n***a, word up!

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, my n***as is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat (Yeah)
The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat
I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent scars (Hold back)
Your hardest n***a, you can't compare him to ours (Nah)
I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates (Damn)
I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late (Pshh)
I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed (Fuck is this?)
It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed
Forgetting bail (Damn), piss test failed
Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us
I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? (Fuck)
I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets
Like in Back to the Future, when the car left (Rrr)
Ghost'll clap for me (Yeah), fuck, rap for me
Yo, tell them n***as on the Island, get strapped for me (Where my n***as?)
Het wet ya (Uh-huh), and throw the stocking
On his face, like when he first met cha (Ghostface, n***a)
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose
I had my road dogs follow your troops
Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew
With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu
Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school
Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move
Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot
My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics
Dope money, flood me bags of kush, heavy drags
Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch
Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat
The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef
From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers
My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage
I wash my money in Woolite, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers
Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy