METH-GHOST-RAE - Smooth Sailing (Remix) lyrics

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Yo, behind those mahogany walls

Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers

While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L

Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats

To another jail, and his banger is old fire

He's locked up with them dudes from the fucking Wire

That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough

And flossed all through the house, robe on, ruger out

Homebuyers see the sign, yeah ya'll, I'm moving out

In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out

Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates

With big giant wall units, even the front grass

Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall

I even put work in, under the floor

In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw

Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call

Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing

When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing

I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down

Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found

Man I thought we told ya'll niggas before, Wu-Tang is for the children

P.O.'s violate your dirty urine

These dealers in the lobby of my building, ice grilling

I don't catch cold to catch feelings

I put in that work, then catch millions

If that don't work, back to stealing

Snatch me a purse, and stack real in

Meth, I'm that dealing, millionaire, slash chameleon

I mastered the juks, one of my niggas "Masta, killing"

Spray shots, clap civilians at the dealing table

Off of the love of crack dealing

Once again the fatal, flying guillotine, the millions

Paper rob me able, my woman is all pre-matul

I got mouths to feed, nigga, and I'm the hand that rocks the cradle

Just like Hova, but I ain't trying to 'roc' the label

I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me, eye a coka

Honey's wanna fuck and the industry fucks 'em over

I got my Ghostface on, cause I'm a Killah

I live the Streetlife, why, I'm that nigga

Label me a beast, call me U-Godzilla

When I rumble in the jungle, I go gorilla

Step on the set, Inspectah Deck you

Dead in your face, straight RZArect you

You highly mistaken, I'm hotter than Satan

Catch me in the kitchen with blood on Chef apron

I'm known to, Cap a Don, big gun in my palm

I'm like my arm is gone, plus I Masta the Kill

Give you something, you can really feel

Got many Methods to kill a Man, if it's real, you real

The world's worse like Dirt McGirt

Fuck a bitch raw dog, then dig in her purse

Yeah that boy's a Genius, I stay fresh like I'm straight out the cleaners

I walk hard like a criminal, holding my penis