60 Second AssassinGhostface Killah Stay True Lyrics

m_________erIt's realY'all n____s hold your gunsThrow your guns down,
put 'em downYo,
we in the fields with heatYou fake n____s eat kid meals to meatWe street referees,
we rockjean jackets,
thick shirts over turtlenecksCertified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techsBut wait,
roll cameras,
Babyface money blowin like beach nutCall off the mutts,
it's me againGhost,
your host this evenin(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonite)Tucks tight,
all sharp,
light up a bark,
let's mingleFetch me a Remy Martin on DiamondsFlair-laided Gucci joints,
I never woreI might give 'em to my brother-in-lawFitzpatrick,
ribs battered,
worth more than Egyptian marrowsBorrow the God jewels,
Gucci gogglesThat's how the God do,
Motown twenty-fiveMy office like Smokey's voice,
little moist,
but choiceWe guzzle Dom's,
smoke the scratchy throatsLive on the edge,
bracelets,
shades and classy coatsJungle in the club,
we play ColomboFrost eat a snowman,
frozen as the milky wayIce on the floor,
El-Producto in the sleevein the seam of his mink,
he said "Don't drink"Think before he talked,
he walked like he orderedChamp room down in Vegas,
vendin machinesI sip Alize' compliments of E&JChorus: 60 Second a__assin *singing* (Ghostface) x2The streets is rough out hereCrack game came and had us yearsWhat is a man to do? (Brother)(Stay true,
stay true)