Ghostface Killah feat. Trife Da God & Cappadonna & Killa Sin - Guns N' Razors video free download

Album: More Fish

Year: 2006

Track: 3

Track Produced By: Metal Fingerz DOOM

Samples: "Villains Theme" from Spider-Man

Lyrics:

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot

They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit

Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together

On some Siamese shit... yo

[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, classic murders, slick gun material

Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial

Hammers that hardly work, go to work

Like a slave on a hot day, with no water

Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up

Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up

Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat

From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes

It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone

Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown

Your momma missing, your boys are crying

Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying

Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free

If you master fronting, classic cutting

You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something

Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes

Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?

[Trife Da God]

Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck

Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck

The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily

The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy

The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing

Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going

Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken

Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking

He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease

Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads

Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant

Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished

DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties

Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet

The last call on his mobile phone was back to home

Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome

[Cappadonna]

This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things

We stick niggaz up and we take they rings

Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable

Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you

Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle

Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute

Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man

Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize

Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws

Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four

The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores

[Killa Sin]

Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with

Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds

I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running

I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup

Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes

Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses

Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz

A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by

My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride

I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized

Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide

Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside

Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy

Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy

I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base

Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face

This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place

Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige

Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it

I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate