Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Paroles/Composition
Danny Caiazzo
Danny Caiazzo
Composition
Walbert Dale
Walbert Dale
Paroles/Composition

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Yo, yeah
You can get clapped in a deadly hall
Where the killahs skate off in a clean G-Wagon, all grey
Chain swinging, the God-Gods is cocked for ninas
Gucci, last thing they seen hitting the cement
The fuck ya'll standing around for?
Watch my reels, I make scripts off strips like a pole on a stripper
I don't care what he say, how many guns he got, just ask your mans about my flicks
Movies, gruesome bars we boufed it, Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true shit
A clicks, 2 sticks, it'll cost you baby
That's 2 pin joints, if i lost you baby
Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar
Tied hands together with the ox, go scar for scar
Go ahead and act up, injuries gone add up
Walking out the ER like a mummy all wrapped up
Come on board, shooters, we hiring
Scarface, bald head **** we admire them
Rumor has it alot of frauds got flaws on em
See a lot of Madea in ****, wrong drawls on em
[Verse 2]
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
[Verse 3]
I held him up like a pair of crutches
Had 'em all in a jam like I ran with smuckers
Cops, sirens, paparazzi's over hot bodies
Head shots in the Maserati
Don't rap that **** no polo sheets
Keep it discreet, I told that **** he'd be dead in a week
His bitch told me where he rest where he keep his cheese
He got a stash box in the wheel of both his Vs
I got 47 cocaine connects out in Monaco
Top of the line, these coke chefs made the honor roll
And that's the reason I don't fuck with faggots
21 guns, that go savage
70 nuns that tote smoke in the old baggage
Whatever I see, I grab it
You get the message like its all in a tablet
You straight bitch like Tiff Hadish
Hustle grands like Tip Harris
The whole hood drop like a miscarriage
[Verse 4]
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
Many legs I broke, many necks i choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
Written by: Danny Caiazzo, Ghostface Killah, Walbert Dale
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