Lyrics Buckingham Palace - Ghostface Killah , 38 Spesh , KXNG Crooked , Benny The Butcher

Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dickin' chicks like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes
I got 'em all in bad moods
[?] shoes, I never move
I don't give a fuck about how you feelin'
Got the roof on fire, [?] to the ceilin'
Sexual healin', [?] on that Marvin Gay shit
Got two Blackberrys [?] that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We bounce off of motors like westcoast hydraulics
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask, and the wig, and the fake dreadlocks
Bombaklat, box of ammo in the pocket
It's all for the gangstas, your eyes hangin' out your sockets
Watch how you talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas, shooters, ruthless, all types of killas
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for blood space
Box cutters, [?] stars'll [?] your face
Watch how you talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas, shooters, ruthless, all types of killas
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for blood space
Box cutters, [?] stars'll [?] your face
Hey yo
I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove pot linked to the side like I'm pourin' tea
Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter key
In the corner, me and my dog regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
Gotta [?] Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrow your bitch for a week
She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm
Sendin' hits where you daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee
Watch how you talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas, shooters, ruthless, all types of killas
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for blood space
Box cutters, [?] stars'll [?] your face
Watch how you talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas, shooters, ruthless, all types of killas
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for blood space
Box cutters, [?] stars'll [?] your face
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
The nozzle is the nostrel of the Roscoe, pop pop!
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile
You could be double crossed by your Apostle
That's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.D. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmopshere, the atlas here is westside
Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died
His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied
I went from roaches in the cereal to
Flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
Why bitches our here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle
Why the fuck would I touch a THOT with some gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blamma
That's onamonapia, go look it up
You don't read books enough
That's why Crooked's up in your mamma mia
I'mma G, nigga