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Me Denny & Darryl (Explicit) - Ghostface Killah/Method Man/Cappadonna
Lyrics by：Dennis Coles/Clifford Smith/Darryl Hill
Composed by：Danny Caiazzo/Tim Schoegje
Yo yo
Yeah foreign cars we coppin' 'em
Hoppin' in with Glocks an' them
Stick up kids on dead-end streets
We pop 'em first we box 'em in
Behind the wheel the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen
Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in
To stop the bleedin' lotta reasons
Lotta goons they wanna eat
The money pop a lotta ****
The stick-up game is outta season
First time I scoped 'em out in front
Of subways eatin' pizza
He didn't even peep us
This is practice thuggin' with free access
Original hitmen born shooters that wear glasses
Guns that stop traffic ain't afraid to blast it *****
This is Iraq iron not plastic
We hogtie duct tape take long drives
You in the trunk balls-out naked you gon' die
Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry
Night-night ya goin' to bed but not to the Stuy
Ayo hempty-dimp I love rice and shrimp Uh huh
If I can't catch the plane then
I'm catchin' the blimp yeah
Told brown-skin yeah you can call me a pimp
But I'm the real orphan of rap
I got lost in the pack
The streets had me trapped
I ain't know where I was at
****** in saucy black jeans jewelry glossy
Early in the mornin' toast and coffee word
You can't off me your wack flows suck and exhausts me
Hey
I got New York heat 'bout to **** a chick shortly
C'mon
I'm bowlegged with dogs can't none of y'all walk me
Honeys love me follow me everywhere stalk me
I'm good with the hoop ten hut my army tense up
You can't inch up don't even flinch up
Honeys get wet and they panties be all drenched up
I'm comin' off the bench like I'm blowin' the bench up
Black crown black apparel black nunchucks
36 is hard to kill we put a fence up
Armored tank Masta Killa **** black Benz truck
Cauliflower wallabees turkey legs collard greens
Dollar dreams if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king
Am I my persona man it's nada this is not a thing
Island got italians load the Talons and then bada-bing
Make 'em sing this is not Sopranos y'all don't make a scene
Making cream how I make it up without the Maybelline
Can' with the laser beam your favorite team's
Not the playground to play around with just try
And take a swing
Yadamean it's not a seesaw battle
Not the bridge you wanna travel
'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazzano is narrow
Just me Denny and Darryl
Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith
On the barrel
Hit the gravel forever be in my shadow
Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek
With no paddle
Key to the city judge throw away the gavel
Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel
