Текст песни Ghostface Killah f Cappadonna, Raekwon t - Iron Maiden
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Intro: [from the motion picture "Fresh"][What you doin` on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey. Give it. You Smokey, man? Give it! If you ain`t Smokey, it ain`t yo` motherfuckin` message Motherfucker, I said gimme the message! It`s from Willie, in the slam. Nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up. Well, I ain`t got no fuckin` time to play witchu! Now gimme the message. Willie`s in Warwick, doin` 1-3. Told me to tell y`all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick around for awhile. Naw, that`s out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you? Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn `em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin` eye!][Portrayin`, won`t be payin`. Uh huh, Uh huh][Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it`s on this one]Raekwon:Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirsDeluxe rap cavaliersMidgets who steal beers, give `em theirsChorus: RaekwonSit back jollyin`My team be gamin` like three card Rolly an`Drug Somalians pollyin`[Verse One: Raekwon]Many raps they crochetin`Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin`But haven`t been payin`For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fearCaesar fade style, usually tough grenadeThrow a blade, fuck gettin` laidGuzzle this shit like GatoradeBig-dick Wallies have never half-suedeConnectin` with the hot style is doneLight up a chalisI run with nuttin` but the wildest, foulestCome on now, long-dick styleNiggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit outEventually, bust a rap gun mentallyBeen doin` this century kid, just meant to beGet on your knees and bless me with a gem in the CaribbeanSkiin` off by P.M.Snatch Canadian cream with ScandinaviansFellatium style, play it like thirty-two ArabiansThe greatest lesson is don`t owe, you might get stole onWhen I go bury me wit Valow on[They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I get mines, y`all can do what y`all wanna do. Fuck `em up bad][Verse Two: Ghostface]`Sho `nuff, hit the bank and thrustCool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour busWe upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the labelHittin` white-label, left the Winnebago unstableSmooth sailin`, walked in, my earth started kneelin`Started stealin`, I`m too ill, see we`re bellin` at the parlayKicked up, mack, max motionMichael Bolton magazine call, I`m too potentLouisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadrylThe violin in `Knowledge God` sounded illTremendously obnoxious, no blotchesMy telephone watch`ll leave bartenders toplessDead on the prosecutor, smacked a jurorMe and my girl`ll run like Luke and LauraWe sit back on Malayan islandsSippin` mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin`(Break) Raekwon:Sit back jollyin`, Uh huh, Uh huhUh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin`Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh(Chorus) x 2Sit back[Verse Three: Cappadonna]Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzardRap para-medical the wizardCappadonna, never caterin` to noneMy microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughterYou oughta five thousand back across the waterMy laboratory story keep me flowin` with the gloryAcapella or deep dirty instrumentalI could blow the sky like the stormy wind blewOne gallon of whylin`, Park Hill profilin`I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you`re smilin`For violatin` my position,I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a missionTwo tokes of mic dope, one stroke of eleganceRated like the movie graphic told intelligencePerson to person, it`d be hard for you to take a trophyYou better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me`Cause I`m P-L-O T-K-O every dayDancehall General, Party Fanatic ColonelCappadonna son`a old school just go infernalVeteran for rappin` with the new set of rule of hard rappin`Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin`When I bow, all praises due to Staten IsleI spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methticalEvery evenin`, I have a by myself meetin`Thinkin` who`s gonna be the next to catch a beatin`From my mental slangin`, bitchin` rap twist the point of warfareI brutalize, all competition catch ill hairChance him, that`s what they said, threw up a ransomI jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed itGimme my rewards[The way I, the way I wanna get `em. I want `em gotten. I want `em layin` out. I want `em gotten. `Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be taken off of here. That`s right.]