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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BADBADNOTGOOD
BADBADNOTGOOD
Performer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Sowinski
Alexander Sowinski
Arranger
Chester Hansen
Chester Hansen
Arranger
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Arranger
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Arranger
Matthew Tavares
Matthew Tavares
Arranger
Tremaine Johnson
Tremaine Johnson
Arranger
Wayne Gordon
Wayne Gordon
Arranger

Lyrics

Ade money, watch for the cops that go a hundred, crazy summer Moved on up, Fivers are on it, that or a shooter Who I'm around, every hoovers want a new block These is the projects, let me screw you top of the day Thermometer high, niggas'll shoot [?] up More gun shots than in Felluajah, call it Chiraq Hundred [?], no tellin [?] on the mile back Get a real junkie to test the product, hold the ice pot Warm up the pot, let it rock up, stay on your grind Get that shit jumpin', start off with dimes and on the week days Take 25 give 'em all 3 bags Within a week you're gettin' money, the cliché Come through bumpin' your head and he say They all say that he paid And now people wondering what he made And if your weak eh, can he be robbed, beast hey Now he gotta go Mobb Deep on me Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short Don't let 10 miles get you oxed up, boxed up in the cage On some [?] high shit, bitches burning bundles of sage Your crack rock too pure, they gonna set you up Chain too big on your neck, they calling you King Tut Trust the one who's sweat bands is [?] And run for the hills, if you're anybody else, freeze Stash your cheese better, them shoe boxes don't work That's some old school shit, like money in the mattress Bitches is actresses, just screw 'em and leave They fuck up your whole operation like Adam and Eve Don't play the roof tops, change the color of your blue tops And them bags with the smily faces, get new stocks You can't run in skinny jeans, serve fiends my any means Sprinkle coke in the dust blunt to spice up your greens This the school of street gems from your boy Tony Yano You wanna check for it nigga, slide across the Verrazano Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Writer(s): Adam King Feeney, Chester Hansen, Alexander Sowinski, Matthew Tavares, Tommy Paxton Beesley, Tremaine Johnson, Wayne Kaliff Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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