k**a Sin - Guns N' Razors lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Oh sh**, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone sh** Oh sh**... and them n***as stuck together On some Siamese sh**... yo [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, cla**ic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat From they a**, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying sh** bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting, cla**ic cutting You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? [Trife Da God] Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck n***as emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken Gla** back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking He probably knew the k**as, cause they jinxed him with ease Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome [Cappadonna] This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things We stick n***as up and we take they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four The CREAM that we stack up, cake and who*es [k**a Sin] Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of n***as A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized Been advised, before, that f**ing with I, is genocide Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy Be warned, defending me, like k**ing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of n***a spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place Shatter that a**, like gla**, and break fast like a neglige Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate