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9 years назад
Intro: Ghostface]Tommy Hill rocking ice niggasTommy Hill ice rocking niggas who fuck...Mira, afrenteTake a one on one to this shit y'allGet your nostrils clearCome on, sniff your brains outAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggasWho's down with drug smugglingCappadonna, Golden Arms[Verse 1: Ghostface]Check out the rap kingpin, the black JesusI know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizuresPeace to half-moon Caesars, and all the bitches in the bleachersHot weather, sex on the beachesJewelry shopping out of the country, deluxe luxuryPeople saying that my chains look truck on meBut what about the Wonder Woman braceletTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced itMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbing, ready for robbingBut first hit Maria's for a butter almondThe bionic microphone is Smack MechanicMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanasSon it's on, so we can just max a millionI got the spot sewn so we can make a billionThe God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punchRainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunchPeace to the Paris Crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay LoveWho carry switchblades on the reg, duke[Verse 2: Cappadonna]Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beefI politic, show love, crush those who dare creepInto my realm of sunshine I praise divineFine line between Donna dumb, deaf and blindHe ain't mine, he shook like the faggots in daytimeCrossed over grain while we was bubbling moonshineSipping on a Moet, laid up, Rae-GambinoMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, CappachinoDeveloped while your head be swelling up off of the NationBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontationDonna holy fat bags of weed, ravioliPasta, bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin CostnerInfra-red all inside your bumbo, rastaCappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster[Interlude: Big Un]Yeah, yeahEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggasQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitchExcept for overtime niggaAny ass money suit me fineCause I'm coming strong, breaking niggas backsKeeping shit realIf you haven't noticed bitchy ass rusty, ass niggaLet me tell you this one timeTony Starks, Raekwon the chefCappachino and Golden ArmsIs coming through mad strongFrom the isles of ShaolinFor all them faggot assRusty chickenhead bitches tooShup Shup baby?[Verse 3: Raekwon]Yo back in the days, bagging cracks, scraping plates, flipping cakesWho them heavy head niggas hating JakesIt be us, wall to wall soldiers, hanging in halls getting overCity niggas shoot for blood money rocking RoversStay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streetsWhy these people mob money in they JeepCrack bums watch your back for jumsCost me for a fake twenty dollar billGet 'em son, we ain't the onePoliticking, plus vicking, sick of these DominicansEating good, had to shoot my way up out of BennigansThat's life, to top it all off, beef with WhitePulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesightYo what the fuck is on your mind?