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(feat. Ghostface Killah, The Alchemist) [Ghostface Killah:] Ayo my cocaine grimey like Colgate And when Christ comes, I'm a go relocate Finish off them dimes, big slabs of crack, write in my gangsta's will Burry me at the plate in Bronx Bombersfield Give my young gods the four horses My baby girls get the pink Porches Dookie gems and they're all gorgeous King Tone had a mean fortress Of french maids blowing me down like Ferra Faucet My gun collection is big in the Adolf section My little mini me heat bump off the? Mostly known for my earlobes Four million dollar disco balls, I shit dough My wrist cut bang glass on the crystal floor At Club Shizznit with Romey Rome, just came home Violated parole selling cell phones, with a Snoop Dogg perm His brother puff sherm through to and big worm [Chorus x2: The Alchemist] Weight, pop pop pop, money fold up Weight, pop pop pop, pockets swolled up Say what, say what, just roll up What's the hold up, unload and reload up Songtexte [Prevail:] Hell fire, hell fire, hamburger hill shell fire Kill a choir like a knife on the front line Private live riot stage show, first burn, flame throw Overthrow, take over, name known around the globe King cobra, poisen slow fang, jungle overgrown Wu-Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist killing the song Top billing, feeling famous, chop heads, rock illa [Madchild:] Comic villain on painkillers watching Goodfellas Dancing in the dungeon all by myself I say I think I'm going crazy, that's a cry for help My phone don't ring but get sexy text messages Gun under my couch got the bitches mind wrestling Me I'm just chilling with killers at my disposal I'm fulfilling you will accept my proposal Put another dime in the jukebox, I love rock and roll Bulletproof vest, pop, lock and load [Chorus x2] [The Alchemist:] Rap zombie I'm controlled by powers beyond me I go from the drum machines straight to the dvd Ti the hardrive, to the G5, to the computer screen To the lab, through the speakers to the pens and the pad To the science, to the math, to the vocab Straight to the vocal booth, to the mic, back to that old rap Through the speakers to the place where your heart and your soul at Drop out the drums, rough mix, straight to the work draft Bounce the track to disc format and then burn that To the cd, we take it to the truck where the systems at Make sure the bass hit like a thunderclap Then I double back to the lab fast just like I was running laps I freeze, back to the digi d to an MP3 Through the internet freeway, straight to the dj Straight to the radio, constant airplay I gotta keep true to my plate So I'm moving that [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania