Trife Da God - Street Chemistry lyrics

[Ghostface] Uh-huh.. yeah.. Aiyyo, aiyyo big wearhousin sh** Cristal bottles, Agent 88 with the gold wrapper Coat rack is no good with the dope cla**ics Master fantastic trips and we f** crackers Bark on b**hes, spark out sisters dart for dart Diamond heart, slammin El Dorado with the Benz parts Yo Pah mark my words The brand new album in stores now, murderin 'em! Murderin the higher learnin, as of now I turn myself in Retire, give my babies my entire earnings [Prodical Sunn] State my name, on this Ghost track the grand cla**ic graphic ma**ive Move with the real groove with the still active Stay 'nique, play for keep, bubble under heat Champagne spillin, Big Willin, dealin in these streets Sex on the Beach, Sex and the City, slum gritty s** milk from the titties, ain't nuttin pretty See it in your eyes, see it in your face, son you p**y Step out of line one time get left mushy Champion never run never ran never will Bed-Stuy, East New York, Crown Heights, Brownsville [Trife] Yo, don't get pumped up, cause over here you'll get lumped up Badly bruised with your sh** leakin all f**ed up I tell you what (what) we can settle the score My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep Run through your town, vacate the area When sh** start happenin, y'all'll start scatterin Skatin across the bridges in the, county of Madison I'm down for the get down, cause y'all ain't gon' spit rounds n***as be on the first thing smokin, tryin to skip down Your door kicked down, red dot the lead pop Hit the jackpot, in his shoebox, found the bread spot [Ghostface] The Al-Dog is Cristal, you critters got issues I play dumb while I dump my ashes out the windows Like I never heard the info, Ghost you so glamorous Word on the set is that I f** up all cameras! {*echoes*}