Ghostface Killah - Metal Lungies (Featuring Sheek Louch & Styles P) lyrics
rate me[Intro: sample]<br />
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere<br />
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere<br />
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[Ghostface Killah]<br />
What these clown niggaz hollerin'?<br />
What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!"<br />
Put the ball down, we can't score<br />
They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads<br />
You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch<br />
Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck<br />
Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now<br />
See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown<br />
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds<br />
My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy<br />
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies<br />
Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee<br />
Didn't mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?<br />
See y'all should of listened to her<br />
She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accur<br />
Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds<br />
Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave<br />
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]<br />
Uh-oh... (word up) This still... (what you talkin' bout, baby?)<br />
Real kids spit that shit..<br />
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[Sheek Louch]<br />
Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah<br />
Me and Starks clear projects parks<br />
With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks<br />
Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me<br />
And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky<br />
I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky<br />
I remember faces easy as I tie my laces<br />
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces<br />
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey<br />
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey<br />
I got heavy chrome, niggaz don't care if you live to die<br />
They happier than Marbury home<br />
Ya'll niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz feel me<br />
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet<br />
The hard shit you kickin' bout is on beat as Tweet<br />
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore<br />
It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like..<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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[Styles P.]<br />
Yeah... nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface<br />
I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends that smoke base<br />
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face<br />
Tone, you burnin' to kick his teeth out, and sware don't catch no case<br />
I'mma make you look like you smoke base, and we don't leave no trace<br />
These rap niggaz swear that they so safe<br />
I don't wanna talk to you homes, I don't communicate<br />
My guns be in my hand, one in my palm<br />
And I could dial your number, knock the smile off your face<br />
With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer<br />
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit<br />
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip<br />
Tell them rap niggaz to suck my dick, fuck the industry<br />
If shit shut down I still bust my shit,<br />
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks<br />
And some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what?<br />
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[Chorus]
