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[performed by Ghostface Killah featuring AZ & M.O.P.] [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I flip guns like a stock trader (get money!) Theodore rush the floor, we attack like Al'Qaeda Suicide missionary, black activist Nice with the tongue, I'm a verbal type masochist Tall body, my skin got Teflon fibers Dodge bullets, rock chains the size of barbed wire Roll big blunts, a whole ounce of reefer Rocked that "Black and Yellow" before Wiz Khalifa It's a killer bee color scheme, I blow mega cream Bingos face before I scream, know what I mean? Like Billie Jean, lightin up the floor when I walk This is Staten Island, New York, eighty-seven cheeba hawk No pork, no swine on the rider If your chick loose or tighter, I'm a still get inside her Rebel porn star, thick like Dick Swellington Beat the pussy up, leave it soft like gelatin [Chorus: various movie and rap samples] ("What the hell is going on here? ") ("Man m-man m-man man I'm not playin, I kick the rough shit") ("Say what? ") ("I'm not I'm not I'm not playin") [Method Man:] ("Direct from the Shaolin slum, here I come") ("Right now, I'm teaching school") Songtexte[Ghost:] ("There it is, you're fuckin with pros and there it goes") ("Yo... ") ("You don't wanna get too close to that man's razor") ("You about to get cut up") [Verse 2: AZ] You know the M.O., could never be in limbo No live have I die 'fore I cough up info Boss shit intro, horse dick nympho Smooth on the chicks like a ride on dick tempo Imprint flow make your bottom bitch unrobe Soft pushin in-sole, stroll on tracks In the back of the bar when they told on black Plaques on plaques, got racks on racks So no need to ask why he act all that King Cognac, got a thing for them gats I'm Hades offspring, I'm a fiend for the facts Swing on the map, overseas with the G's In South Cackalak tryin to squeeze me some cheese Breezed on the D's when they tailed on the pipe About the same time I exhaled on the mic The name AZ rings bells on site [Chorus: w/ one minor sample difference] [Line three: ("I offer you, REALITY! ")] [Verse 3: Lil' Fame] I take money like a pool shark, put the eighth in my right pocket Hella cool dude and I won't hesitate to pop it Still a rude dude, try to replicate my doctrine Roll with mad killers, my niggaz regulate the projects I'm hard body, I keep a young hottie You keep it Bon Jovi, you wear a thong probably Blaow~! Nigga you fuckin with a sick puppy B'ville up in this bitch it's 'bout to get ugly [Verse 4: Billy Danze] I could tell you I'm hood, but y'all should already know My affiliation of Wu contribute to the globe I'm worlwide with it for sho'; you better check Or get laced up from your face up and left off We don't just do it, we do it to death (y'all) Better respect some shit or we'll ruin your rep (c'mon~!) The realness, that split this, kill or be killed shit It's still kill or be killed should of never concealed it [Chorus] [Outro:] [Method Man:] ("Direct from the Shaolin slum, here I come") Aus Songtexte Mania