Method Man - Smooth Sailing (Remix) lyrics

[Ghostface k**ah:] Yo, behind those mahogany walls Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats To another jail, and his banger is old fire He's locked up with them dudes from the f**ing Wire That's when I pa**ed her the bone, started to cough And flossed all through the house, robe on, ruger out Homebuyers see the sign, yeah ya'll, I'm moving out In front of the crib, n***as flipped, I had to shoot it out Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates With big giant wall units, even the front gra** Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall I even put work in, under the floor In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found [Method Man:] Man I thought we told ya'll n***as before, Wu-Tang is for the children P.O.'s violate your dirty urine These dealers in the lobby of my building, ice grilling I don't catch cold to catch feelings I put in that work, then catch millions If that don't work, back to stealing Snatch me a purse, and stack real in Meth, I'm that dealing, millionaire, slash chameleon I mastered the juks, one of my n***as "Masta, k**ing" Spray shots, clap civilians at the dealing table Off of the love of crack dealing Once again the fatal, flying guillotine, the millions Paper rob me able, my woman is all pre-matul I got mouths to feed, n***a, and I'm the hand that rocks the cradle Just like Hova, but I ain't trying to 'roc' the label I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me, eye a coka Honey's wanna f** and the industry f**s 'em over [Chorus] [Streetlife:] I got my Ghostface on, cause I'm a k**ah I live the Streetlife, why, I'm that n***a Label me a beast, call me U-Godzilla When I rumble in the jungle, I go gorilla Step on the set, Inspectah Deck you Dead in your face, straight RZArect you You highly mistaken, I'm hotter than Satan Catch me in the kitchen with blood on Chef apron I'm known to, Cap a Don, big gun in my palm I'm like my arm is gone, plus I Masta the k** Give you something, you can really feel Got many Methods to k** a Man, if it's real, you real The world's worse like Dirt McGirt f** a b**h raw dog, then dig in her purse Yeah that boy's a Genius, I stay fresh like I'm straight out the cleaners I walk hard like a criminal, holding my penis [Chorus]