Ghostface Killah - Kilo (Remix) lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Raekwon, Malice)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro: Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face<br>
My heart pounding and shit (audible heart)<br>
Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck?<br>
Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk?<br>
The Stark...enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit?<br>
..I need some pussy though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something<br>
f-fuck it, lets go!<br>
Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box<br>
of baggies, the ones with the tint in them!<br>
Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You<br>
I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple)<br>
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<i>[Chorus: sample (Ghostface Killah)]</i><br>
All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure<br>
(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man)<br>
A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember<br>
(You never catch the kid going hand to hand)<br>
All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure<br>
(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man)<br>
A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember<br>
(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman)<br>
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<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Racing through the hood, ski mask off<br>
Criminology hustle, when goons play the heat, blast off<br>
And every direction, protect ya babies, your moms<br>
Late night like Carson Daly, Theo Bailey, we stay armed<br>
Grits box, vacuum tight, concealing the powder<br>
Five fake cans of blow to throw them off wit the flower<br>
Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels<br>
Got Starkey coming out of his coat<br>
I gots to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me<br>
Old ladies is like 'Hold ya head, Tone, literally'<br>
All this, for a thousand grams?<br>
I'd rather be a con artist scheaming with a thousand scams<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Raekwon]</i><br>
Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white<br>
Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right<br>
some call it bricks, some call it birds<br>
how many niggaz get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb<br>
You would go to jail<br>
get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to fail<br>
Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales<br>
They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered<br>
most niggaz get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers<br>
Kilos is one thousand grams<br>
You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo<br>
Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer<br>
you get caught with an ounce and its over<br>
matter 'fact they takin you down, son<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack<br>
Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks<br>
Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro'<br>
Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharaoh<br>
Reason, He was moving that peruvian white<br>
blowing coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice<br>
big heavy pots over hot stoves<br>
Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order<br>
A Kilo is a thousand grams<br>
Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants<br>
The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars<br>
Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki'<br>
I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets<br>
A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks<br>
when they wrapped and stuffed<br>
four days later straight cash, two million bucks<br>
strictly powder, no cut<br>
your coke is vialed in, whats up?<br>
Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up<br>
In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse<br>
Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts<br>
A Kilo is a thousand grams<br>
A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye<br>
It's nice to have a thousand fans<br>
Coke buyers, some be liars<br>
therefore, you check for wires<br>
dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters<br>
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<i>[Hook: Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops<br>
Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops<br>
Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops<br>
Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops<br>
Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's<br>
58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks<br>
Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one OT's<br>
Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Malice]</i><br>
Thirteen getting it, pyrex whipping it<br>
Like UPS, pack it up, shipping it<br>
Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix<br>
The story's foretold like apocalypse<br>
It was me Michael T.T., handing out freebies<br>
Taking over blocks, telling niggas to be fee<br>
Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street<br>
Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat<br>
We was 300 deep like the Persian soldiers<br>
Word spread fast, we was serving boulders<br>
Ten crack commandments, holy Moses<br>
If you don't fit must equip icer toners<br>
Never grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers<br>
The New York niggas be taking all our bitches<br>
But we be God damned if taking all our business<br>
Duct tape, hard tops, C.S.I. forensics<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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