Ghostface k**ah - ...On Da Radio lyrics

* set to the beat of GZA's "Shadowboxin'" [Intro: Mathematics (Ghostface k**ah)] Ain't never f**in' sh** on here Damn, the radio play the same sh** every day Some ol' muthaf**in' bullsh** (Yeah.... stay the f** off my plantation Yeah... Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.... yo, yo, yo) [Ghostface k**ah] Back on the block, smuggling rocks Rocky graveyard rocks, one chain, fiendin' on the block I'm fed up, dunn, trynna keep my head up, word up, pa Sue to get this money, live out, my name God, word life, right Gats come a dime a dozen, what up cousin? Guess who got loose on these thugs again Murder was the topic, manslaughter his little daughter Had a hundred grand, actin' like Rich Porter For real kid, remember daffy did the bid Bought sand, but first he ran up in his dreads quick Stepped off, bought a phat loft, this thing must of worked Cuz that white b**h he f**ed, got an Ultima Word up, word up, cat, can't call it pa Yo Shallah, light up the owl, let's go crowd, pa So we did it, weeded out, the skit ran Dedicated to winners and losers, and then, kid f** it, threw on the black thing, grabbed the mac I'm going out like Rambo, Rae count the grams, slow Scheemin', dreaming for CREAM, fiend beamin' Plush eyed Steven, sniffin' rat poison, half a** breathing Wait, can't tolerate the smell on the fifth floor Ricans got it locked it down, son, light the choc' Sure, we lit it, fat Pam gotta be home soon bu*t naked, f*ggot a** dred, in a back room Approached him, through out the toast, snatched the j**el notes Asked him where's his African man, before his brain throws Against the wall, guess who came out the door, ya'll Downlow, that TNT cop, k** 'em now, ya'll Shots rained for sure, fiends hit the floor Crack pipes, Playboy books, and vouch galore African kid bounced, cop lost his cape Chef got blazed and Ghost lost a leg