Текст песни Tony Siegel - Beanie Sigel , Styles P , Ghostface Killah
[Ghostface
Killah]
Yo,
straight
out
the
ghetto,
I'm
damn
hood
I
Stack-A-Dollar
like
a
whole
rack
of
canned
goods
Baggy
jeans,
no
Timbs,
A.C.G.
boots
Living
in
the
Crack
Spot,
banging
at
Sheek
Louch
The
narcotics
is
far
from
garbage
Whether
it's
cold
or
it's
late
August
My
shit
is
fresh
cuz
I
catch
the
harvest
My
little
cousin
bubble
Swatches
and
carry
a
couple
oxes
Keep
a
duece-deuce
by
his
ankle
and
get
it
popping
You
know,
we
be
the
boys
clocking
the
graveyard
shift
Big
bundles,
counting
our
CREAM,
burning
the
lazer
spliff
My
man,
jumps
out
the
whip
with
the
A.R.
fifth
And
we
barred
from
plenty
of
parties
cuz
we
start
shit
Parole
hoes,
six
months
in
the
box
My
little
sister
got
her
head
shaved
off
She
made
it
home
from
shop
We
selling
cartons,
Pampers,
Similac
formula
Anything
it
take
because
the
paper
keep
calling
ya
Gangstas
keep
balling
for
sure,
we
want
more
We
make
it
rain
from
the
tech
and
wop
The
Lex
pouring
and
the
precincts
don't
have
enough
cups
for
us
To
slow
us
up,
they
hit
us
with
dust
Then
they
rush,
bust,
my
big
man
Ron'll
break
the
cuffs
Three-hundred
pound
nigga,
po-po
has
to
fuck
him
up
They
say
that
my
projects
shall
undergo
therapy
We
never
voted,
we
voting
for
Oprah,
Obama,
and
Eric
B.
[Styles
P]
The
ill
rap
niggaz
that
kill
Destroy
shit
but
they
able
to
build
Come
fuck
with
the
real
Coward,
better
play
your
part
This
shit'll
lace
yo'
heart
Get
hit
with
a
Ghostface
dart
And
you
better
live
this
shit
to
fullest
Or
be
ready
to
pull
it
Or
be
hit
with
a
B.
Sig'
bullet
The
ill
rap
niggaz
that
kill
Destroy
shit
but
they
able
to
build
Come
fuck
with
the
real
[Beanie
Sigel]
It's
the
Broad
Street
Bully
and
the
Killah
with
no
face
My
mack
bullets
burn
like
tequila
with
no
chase
My
knifework
like
a
guillotine
sword
cutting
Niggaz
stop
fronting
for
my
Killa
Beez
swarm
something
Bzzz,
empty
out
the
whole
clip
then
reload
Shotgun
barrel
leave
it
smoking
like
a
broke
stove
Yeah,
and
I'm
all
about
that
bullshit
The
casket,
the
hearse
and
the
pastor
in
the
pulpit
I
kill
a
nigga
at
the
drop
of
a
dime
Just
imagine
what
I
do
for
a
quarter
Ain't
no
telling
what
I
do
for
a
dollar
Pop
a
nigga
right
in
front
of
his
mama
Son
a
nigga
right
in
front
of
his
daughter
And
I'm
nothing
like
the
father
He
couldn't
come
from
these
nuts
I
got
Or
see
Baltimore
suck
this
cock
I
know
most
of
y'all
wouldn't
understand
Get
it...
get
it...
understand
Yeah,
some
niggaz
will,
and
some
niggaz
won't
Like
some
niggaz
kill,
and
some
niggaz
don't
You'se
a
fake
until
you
make
it
type
of
nigga
I'm
a
straight
up
take
it
type
of
nigga
Pistol
whip
a
nigga
'til
I
break
it
type
of
nigga
I'm
hard
on
chumps,
most
these
dudes
is
fags
Put
the
guard
on
punks,
push
the
broom
up
they
ass
Or
the
knife
like
American
meat
American
Sig',
it's
Muslim,
so
I
ain't
feeling
Bush
overseas
I
think
with
the
wisdom
of
Malcolm,
got
the
soul
of
a
panther
So
"By
Any
Means"
is
the
anthem,
you
gon'
have
to
cut
me
out
the
track
Like
cancer
I
can't
stop,
won't
stop,
this
how
we
do
it
from
Philly
to
Shaolin
All
my
niggaz
swap
in
(Yeah
nigga)
[Solomon
Childs]
Guns
imported
from
Dubai,
wheelchairs
and
shitbags
Peach
Snapples
and
pretty
scapals
Renaissance,
I'll
stick
a
pick
in
ya
gut
at
the
chapel
Or
blow
a
nigga
for
a
box
of
Huggies
Cop
killas
with
a
box
of
dummies
Gummies,
stuck
to
the
project
floors
Niggaz
is
suited
up
and
we
ready
for
war
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