[Intro: Ghostface] Aiyyo, where the fuck is that blunt at? Where y'all niggaz hoggin the shit man? Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin paranoid and shh Get your fuckin, get your feet off my fuckin table nigga! Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on? Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, it was the night before he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech & Chong bong in the spot Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers Mad noise, 2008, a G a game I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk deep Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin that Promise you, got somethin Lord that'll honor you Blow your little head off while you're tyin your shoe But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John{?} Benatar rockin some frames and fake guns when they rob Sha Born 'til then they snatch you, axe you Play the squid-ad, we gettin at you And we don't wanna rap to you, it's not kosher It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya I get a lil' closer Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over! Hopin you fall for the bait, thinkin you safe Have that ass sweatin like T.D. Jakes I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your momma ... Now that's drama
[Joell Ortiz] Uhh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper, glock with the laser Tryin my best not to pop yet but the drop is major Shot my lil' cuz, I do my art to favor, watch this I never been this itchy, hope these cops just get a doughnut urge and just splurge, you got the nerve to play third? In a softball tournament round my waist, yeah that's ya word You bird, I'll put your beak on the curb but anyway Looks like a good game, the pigs ain't leavin so I'ma lay Nice play, just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D, and 200 cash that sat you in the grass I watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the game's over Faggot nigga hopped in the Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty Palmin on a 40, broad day I'm tryin to dodge a cover story Look like he stoppin for gas, I'ma pluck 'em, yay This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day Two brothers come out 7/11 in Army wear and stand there I'm actin like my tires need air He close the gas cap, too many things goin his way So I just cash that, y'all probably think I'm buggin but hey I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday, he ain't goin nowhere I went home, switch gear, went out and grabbed me a beer Ten drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper Look left and see partner, I hit the stash BLAKA! ... Now that's drama
[Game] Who the fuck you think you is, Ron O'Neal? Tat-tat, what the fuck when that 9-milli peel (Is it real?) Realer than Pittsburg (Steel) Yo Ghost pass the toast, these niggaz is daffodils Got butt-naked bitches countin half a mil', gloves on Fully dressed bitches watchin them, with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretendin to be Raekwon Watchin Rachael Ray all day, I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Lou' Vuitton Bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafia, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggaz say they pushin ki's/keys but we don't see pianos Niggaz say they pushin Phantoms, we don't see the opera Niggaz steady rockin dreads, you ain't even rasta Take your New Era off, and reveal the faggot nigga you are or your cap gettin peeled Then we out to Brazil, I know niggaz in Negril that'll chop your fuckin head off,