歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《The Big Doe Rehab》

作词 : Coles, Coppin, Dozier, Grant ...
Yo straight out the ghetto I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans no chimps ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage
Whether it's cold or it's late August
My **** is fresh 'cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
Big bubbles countin' the cream
Burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys of parties 'cuz we start ****
Parole holes six months in the box
My little sister got her head shaved off
She made it home for shop
We sellin' Carters Pampers Similac formula
Anything ya take 'cuz the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters keep ballin' fosho we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
To slow us up they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust
My man Big Ron will break the cuffs
300 pound ***** po po has to **** him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted we votin' for Oprah Obama and Eric B
Guns imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and **** bags

Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
Renaissance
I'll stick a pick in you gut at the chapel
I'll blow a ***** for a box of Huggies

Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors
****** is suited up and be ready for war

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword
Cut ****** stop frontin'
For my killa bee swarm something

Empty out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove

Yeah and I'm all about that ********
The casket the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit
I kill a ***** at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar
Pop a ***** right in front of his mama
Son a ***** right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin' like a father

Couldn't come from these nuts I got
To see Baltimore suck this cock
I know most of you all wouldn't understand

Get it get it understand
Yeah some ****** will and some ****** won't
Like some ****** kill and some ****** don't

You's a fake it 'til you make it type a *****
I'm a straight up take it type a *****
Pistol whip a ***** 'til I break it type a *****
I'm hard on chumps most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps push the broom up they ass
Or the knife like American me
American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcom
Got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Philly to Chi