Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon, Method Man & Superb Flowers Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, y'know
Tranquilise, tranqulise
Yeah, yeah
Yo Ghostface!
Raekwon!
Meth!

[Raekwon]
See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex/legs
Select paper and invade all the illest n____s
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
All n____s eatin' (WOAH!
Wreckin' Ball Gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colourful drawers, bad w____s
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
f___in' wit' mine or how we design
My n____s might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big d___ s___ on park
They way his Khak's look, n____s on ?chocolates?
Movin' out, coloured Durangos switch to me, bro
That's how I picture rich n____s with the same coats
All rich n____s with the same coat.

[Method Man]
You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a b____
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu s___, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
Rubba-dub, a__ in the club, showin' me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the n____ that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, n____ what's happenin'?
Any s___, holdin' my d___, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the latest fashion,
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins
All N Together, together for worship better
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Prop, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.

[Raekwon]
Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit
Deliver was a lit, ya n____s know
High n____s rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent

[Superb]
And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
I'm just a n____ that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

[Ghostface Killah]
Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
(?) be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leer
Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
From Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veer
Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
when yo' head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter Slim Duch shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
I still catch her for a piece

He's as good as the rest of 'em
And as bad as the worst
So don't hate me
You'd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!

[Ghost] f___in' idiots!

[Outro - Ghostface Killah]

Yo, uhuh, Wallets m_________ers
That's right, all my s___ is Bulletproof
Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)
Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets (DJ! DJ!
On yo' a__ n____, you heard?
Dirt-a__ n____s, ya n____s ain't got a chance

Stadio
One-three
Word up!
Ya now dead