Ghostface Killah 3. Yolanda's House (feat. Raekwon & Method Man) Lyrics

Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Method Man, Raekwon
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Song: Yolanda's House

[Ghostface Killah]
Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed
Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust
The way I fell cracked the face of my watch
My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot"
Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin' all you hear is the car's sirens
I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm lyin'
May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest
Tryin' to focus up and make progress
That's what I get for slingin' in them projects
Next thing you know I'm in this b____'s crib chillin'
Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling
Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doin' this, the b____ still slidin' on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch
I'm playin' with her p____ on the couch, I'm ready to f___
Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the last one, oh s___ I hear the cops
Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door
Like ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw
So he jumped up b____ out, I hid in the closet
I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!"

[Method Man]
Now let me put my drawers on, n____ what kinda dope you on?
Should've knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong
Bustin' in here on the government s___
Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her t__s
She's asthmatic and you laughin' son
I b__p my toe on the nightstand just runnin' tryin' to grab the gun
s___'s real man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we family like Crack and Pun
But Mr. GFK, state your business after that be one
Now can it be that you hot lord?
You did some s___ on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for?
Can't believe you blowin' the spot lord
My chick is buggin', she trippin'
My d___ keep slippin' out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
n____s is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on
Can't understand it, it's a thug thing
And in the moment of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon

[Raekwon]
I need my money Meth, gonna by them hundred birds
Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work
He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me
Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt
You still f___in' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my b____ out
Her little brother wanted two bricks
You know the n____ licks, a Maybach on twenty-six
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a d___
He told me foul s___, wild s___
That n____ wear a lot of loud s___, no that Steve Rifkind style s___
Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan n____s, stabbed his son with a fork
That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm