Ghostface Metal Lungies (Feat. Sheek Louch & Styles P.) Lyrics

[Intro: sample]
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere

[Ghostface Killah]
What these clown n____z hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!"
Put the ball down, we can't score
They pen s___ to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads
You see us comin'? f___ that Fam s___, just pass off, you b____
Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you f___ed up now
See my gun, n____? This baby got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds
My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies
Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee
Didn't mommy tell y'all n____z to wear clean undies?
See y'all should of listened to her
She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accur
Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't f___in' around, they knocked to her weave

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-oh... (word up) This still... (what you talkin' bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that s___..

[Sheek Louch]
Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah
Me and Starks clear projects parks
With our '93 s___, army coat green and light tan Clarks
n____z think I'm lucky, b____es wanna f___ me
And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky
I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky
I remember faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
My s___ powerful enough to lift a f___in' donkey
I got heavy chrome, n____z don't care if you live to die
They happier than Marbury home
Ya'll n____z better kill me, my street n____z feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
The hard s___ you kickin' bout is on beat as Tweet
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore
It's son who fall, with the four-four, n____z like..

[Chorus]

[Styles P.]
Yeah... n____ this is Ghost with Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends that smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, you burnin' to kick his teeth out, and sware don't catch no case
I'mma make you look like you smoke base, and we don't leave no trace
These rap n____z swear that they so safe
I don't wanna talk to you homes, I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand, one in my palm
And I could dial your number, knock the smile off your face
With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest s___
Hungriest s___, seventeen dummies a clip
Tell them rap n____z to suck my d___, f___ the industry
If s___ shut down I still bust my s___,
I got some hustlin' a__ n____z that'll pump my bricks
And some dust head n____z that'll dump my clips, what?

[Chorus]