Ghostface k**ah - Flowers lyrics

Yeah, yeah, why'know Tranquilise, tranqulise Yeah, yeah Yo Ghostface! (c'mon) Raekwon! Meth! [Raekwon] See me in the club, got a gun on my legs Select paper and invade all the illest n***as Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin' Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-e ho All n***as eatin' Wreckin' Ball Gangsters, unleash the law Straight up, colorful drawers, bad who*es On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder f**in' wit' mine or how we design My n***as might find ya Layin' in the Tropics, big dick sh** on park They way his Khak's look, n***as on ?chocolates? Movin' out, color "gorangos" switch to me, bro That's how I picture rich n***as with the same coats All rich n***as with the same coat. [Method Man] You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a b**h How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix (Ultimate, ultimate) Wu sh**, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate) Rubba-dub, a** in the club, showin' me love Sayin' "Peace" to the n***a that thug, I got the d** And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos? Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, n***a what's happenin'? Any sh**, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin' Mashin', the latest fashion, Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and Latins All N Together, together for worship better Now I put it down whether it's Methy but they don't Meth-Tical Prop, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out. [Raekwon] Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit Deliver was a lit, ya n***as know High n***as rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new Lex Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on) [Superb] And my mouth stay dry ''cause I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just a n***a that painted a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too [Ghostface k**ah] Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea Top Sear, pa** the beer, last to see a raj (be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leer) Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer From Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veer Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion, when yo' head hit the Meter You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder Peter Slim Duch shook 'em down for his reefer James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter Two murders in the 'hood, we call it double ?faeces? Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah) I still catch her for a piece [Superb] He's as good as the rest of 'em And as bad as the worst So don't hate me You'd better move over, yeah (yeah, yeah) [Ghost] f**in' idiots! [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, Wallets motherf**ers That's right, all my sh** is Bulletproof Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah) Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets (DJ! DJ!) On yo' a** n***a, you heard? Dirt-a** n***as, ya n***as ain't got a chance *echoes* (Stadio) (One-three) (Word up!) (Ya now dead)