Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers (Explicit Album Version)-Ghostface Killah

Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers (Explicit Album Version)

时间:2008-05-07

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Toney Sigel a.k.a. The Barrel Brothers (Explicit Album Version) - Ghostface Killah/Beanie Sigel

Yo straight out the ghetto I'm damn hood

I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods

Baggy jeans no chimps ACG Boots

Livin' in the crack spot bangin' that Sheek Louch

The narcotics is far from garbage

Whether it's cold or it's late August

My sh*t is fresh 'cuz I catch the hottest

My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes

Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift

Big bubbles countin' the cream

Burnin' the lazar spliff

My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th

And we ball from plentys of parties 'cuz we start sh*t

Parole holes six months in the box

My little sister got her head shaved off

She made it home for shop

We sellin' Carters Pampers Similac formula

Anything ya take 'cuz the paper keep callin' ya

Gangsters keep ballin' fosho we want more

We make it rain from the tech and the wop

The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us

To slow us up they hit us with dusk

Then they rush-bust

My man Big Ron will break the cuffs

300 pound ni**a po po has to f**k him up

They say that my projects should undergo therapy

We never voted we votin' for Oprah Obama and Eric B

Guns imported from Dubra

Wheel jazz and sh*t bags

Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels

Renaissance

I'll stick a pick in you gut at the chapel

I'll blow a ni**a for a box of Huggies

Cop killers with a box of dummies

Dummies stuck to the project floors

Niggas is suited up and be ready for war

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face

My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase

My knife work like the guillotine sword

Cut niggas stop frontin'

For my killa bee swarm something

Empty out the whole clip and reload

Shot gun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove

Yeah and I'm all about that bullshit

The casket the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit

I kill a ni**a at the drop of a dime

Just imagine what I do for a quarter

Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar

Pop a ni**a right in front of his mama

Son a ni**a right in front of his daughter

And I'm nothin' like a father

Couldn't come from these nuts I got

To see Baltimore suck this cock

I know most of you all wouldn't understand

Get it get it understand

Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't

Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't

You's a fake it 'til you make it type a ni**a

I'm a straight up take it type a ni**a

Pistol whip a ni**a 'til I break it type a ni**a

I'm hard on chumps most of these dudes is fags

Put the guarder on pumps push the broom up they a**

Or the knife like American me

American Sig' is Muslim

So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas

I think with the wisdom of Malcom

Got the soul of a panther

So by any means is the anthem

You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer

I can't stop won't stop

This how we do it from Philly to Chi

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