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Metal Lungies ft. Sheek Louch, Styles P
Ghostface Killah
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What these clown niggas hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore!"
Put the ball down, we can't score
They piss hit the backboard, play Queens outta whack broads
You see us comin', fuck that fam' shit, just pass off ya bitch
Cristal Dana Dane's wrapped around ya neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun nigga, this baby got stuck uptown
Shot it out, made it home safe with the purple pounds
My buddy, keep my gun right next to my tummy
Ask the clip, yo they spit metal lungies
Detach wigs, kill flunkies on contact, son see
Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies?
See y'all should've listened to her
She knew her son had a big mouth and someday death would occur
Please for Ms. Gail's sake, and the seeds
Past and Freddie ain't fuckin' around, they knocked him a weave
Uh oh, word up, it's them
What you talkin' 'bout baby?
Real kids spit that shit
Let's go, let's go, yo
Me and Starks clear out project parks
On our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan clarks
Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me
And put me in the tub with 'em like I'm a rubber ducky
I got a revolver and a pump about the size of Chucky
I remember faces easy as a tie my laces
And put the metal in ya mouth like you was rockin' braces
I spit a iron lungie, I'm old school like the iron monkey
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey
I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live or die
They happier than Marbury home
Y'all niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is R&B as Tweet
This is Theodore, D-Block the year, dog
The sunroof open with the .44, niggas like
Uh oh, word up, it's them
What you talkin' 'bout baby?
Real kids spit that shit
Yeah, nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface
I don't sell millions, but I get
Millions from the fiends that smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a poke face
So when we burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case
I'mma make it look like he smoke base, so we don't leave no trace
These rap niggas swear that they so safe
I don't wanna talk to you homes, I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand more than my comb
And I can dial yo' number
Knock the smile off yo' face with the HK 9 out the all black Hummer
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit, hungriest shit
Seventeen dummies a clip, tell them rap niggas to suck my dick
Fuck the industry, if shit shut down I'll still bust my shit
I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks
And some dusthead niggas that'll dump my clips, what?
Uh oh, word up, it's them
What you talkin' 'bout baby?
Real kids spit that shit