Ghostface Killah - Yapp City lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that shit

Sneak up on 'im right, feel me?

Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga

I got everything, youknowImean?

They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches

Let's go...

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts

I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and watches

Before you put ya hands on the wall, empty ya pockets

Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks

Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook

The fuck is that sticking out from under ya foot?

Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you better not look

Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'll shake, rattle ya bones

You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the fucking chrome

In the dark, yo, I do this alone

That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone

That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it quickly

Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me

Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming with me

Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest like some fucking whiskey

BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark

Or auction off ya bitch body parts

BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices

Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah)

BOY! Or stick a hot blade through his heart

Get to sticking niggaz for the right prices

BOY! Yeah, this is priceless.. GET 'EM!

Aiyo, I post up, packed the shotti

Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body

If you a boss, why ya cash is sloppy?

This a Staten Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me

I'm on the road, not no massive robbery

When it come to that dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis

I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's

Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em

My black glove, black mask, requirements

Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in

These cowards couldn't clash our lion's den

That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in

We hoping out cabs like Iron Men

It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense

Empty cuz my staff is hiring

Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when firing

Aiyo, we carry arms like a octopus

Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her pocket book

Blowing all lots of kush

Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks

Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks

Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves

Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes

Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his used

I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's time to move

If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, I'll body bag 'im

Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking like Gotti had 'im

Bragging, juked, in the wagon, laughing

We slid a few blocks down, this kid was frozen

With stones so we decided to yapp 'im

I put the tool in his mouth, said "You don't want the action

These ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin

Bean, blast 'im, Homo' get his girl for his cash and

Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!)