Raekwon - Good Times lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Allah himself Man, woman, child The book of life Starks Enterprise! [Ghostface k**ah] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few n***as sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to ten thousand seaters And all y'all pretty a** Libras My Tommy dick'll blow y'all a** to pieces I love f**in with y'all I got the George Jeff walk Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? Word to my microphone and preach on Brother, that's that bullsh** in my right arm Crackhead stop it, dope pusher stop it The father sent me a message and I came to drop it The prophet is to love each other Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah They got our love by go get Africa [Lord Superb] Harmony, grits, welfare cheese Whips, cheque data first in the fifth What Ghost? [Ghostface k**ah (Lord Superb)] f** y'all n***as an' f** y'all b**hes an' f** the pictures y'all takin, f** the whip you in Starsky bring home the dough now the show is over (It's over) It's over? (It's over) It's over? [Lord Superb] Timberland, crack snorkels, j**els, cash insurance Tai hold, fly clothes and El Deramo 5 plus 5 O's, one plus 9 O's Save our self, reach our goals [Ghostface k**ah] What if the BIBLE wasn't good? And good was bad, as bad as it should It matters, feed em power food The wonders that Allah will do Maybe he'll discover you Look 'em like a couple of j**els Ticket traum' was old, that plus the God ain't loved the way I move People see me, G. Deini He beeny on the cell, seen me? You need me, you read me Captain over, get that weed to me The champion, the vigilante Ask me what the surface could be In me like Marcus Camby Hear me, I f** with family Dons, chew on this, the hit list got All of your names, so y'all lames is hist' I kissed the bangin-est b**h (all night) that's famous for her tits Not that tall doofy chick in your hood called Snitch Come on! [Lord Superb] Bentleys for sharp shoes Similac, Huggies, big Shizam j**els [Raekwon] Infrared shootin at n***as We back execution n***as Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy Super wizzers, look like Luther b**hes Still catches ill inventions Strength, real n***as holdin blitz as real as ninjas So illable, wheel of promotin like Benz dealer Instiller, get real for hugs, lets chill feel I'm ill with colour Yo bacon, straight cake, layin on my paper aces f** all your under statements Battle us? Battle gauges [Lord Superb] A big mansion, real product of the strip scampy Cell boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer Summer home, big stones and cologne Remember heroes? I guess them corner days is gone Mommy got a house, Daddy got a house Granny got a house, we moved out That's right, we moved out Now that's what I'm talkin about [Ghostface k**ah] Smackin all y'all stars and chumps Gettin cash in the larger sums Shootin dice in the church with nuns We come with the biggest guns