Pearl Harbor (Remix) [feat. Mathematics, Method Man, Ghostface Killah, Sean Price, Pharoahe Monch, Tek]

No-no-no-no-no-no-nobody eatin' Everybody, I mean anybody I might leave somebody bleedin' Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin' Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin' Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth? Sweating, facial expression is stressing like "oh shit" That's the shit that I don't like Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write Fuckin' stupid ass rappers Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers P! What it do, nigga? I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas I don't weirdo with queer clothes I share flows, when it enter your earhole Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly Nigga, when Sean write hard Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's? Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Merciless with the flow, with the spit I'm ridiculous I do not lick chicks, I do the beatbox on they clitoris Like The God represents Sun, Earth, Moon, Star A beast on all fours, smack your chick on her keister The conquistador rockin' the mink on Easter Never cease to amaze the crowd, a speech to famine When I talk on Instagram, they won't be shootin' you with no cannon Smile, give 'em Candid Camera You verses The God is Godzilla verses Gamera Enema, cannibal with animal instincts Think Hannibal with the elephants channelling six tanks New York nigga 'bout to slick quicker-picker-upper stick Dick her sister down, take the picture, get the number, click Pick six hitter cut wheats for the whole team But the stick is still in the window, the sickest nigga from Queens Break it down Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Trill nigga (Trill nigga) but I ain't gotta say it (Gotta say it) The way that I move, how I'll display it I talk less and I listen more Usually about the slow booth while cheffin' up the raw Been throwin' barrels to niggas' medullas Since Slick Rick been rappin', while he was the ruler (Once Upon A Time) Graduated school of hard knocks When your mama was doin' things for hard rocks N.W.A. back in the day, O'Shea Let the AK go in your face Drumroll Standing ovation, Thug 1-O-1 was my motivation Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah) Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word) A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel Criminology, pea soup Wallabees Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology Shoot your old lady in her privacy A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa) I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me Form better niggas, club night