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    Buck 50

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    Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas can't live
    Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
    Y'll done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kid
    Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass kids
    Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like PLEASE
    Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
    I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy
    Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they bury me
    Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
    Now it's cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
    Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
    All that tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up north
    So keep them hands where I can see them like ya want freedom
    You know that sayin, if ya can't join 'em
    Beat 'em and push ya way in
    We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
    Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
    Niggas writin slum juice with Jacob, FOOL
    You're like DUDE, I don't like your fuckin attitude
    Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we ain't mad at you
    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly pace
    Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
    Droopy luck, my main bitches call me lazy
    Educated birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"
    [Cappadonna]
    Cappa slide thru with the Ghost
    Post up like paint on walls
    Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-goose
    It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten Island
    Playin with the big toys that make noise
    Echo in the hall, a scared voice
    Niggas start to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
    Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines
    Made the club moist, shattered the windows
    Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus
    [Redman]
    Yo, the words you talk better be the words you walk
    Body you in the van while the nurse is off
    Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
    Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
    Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off
    That explains why my language off
    My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl
    Y'all more like them training bras
    Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared
    for the project flow, with extra stares
    I pass out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)
    Yo, a hard wire, startin bonfires
    Pullin mask, so you know it's me
    Your weave got more seeds than ODB
    Can't smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
    Def and Wu will open ya
    [Method Man]
    Your shit lice
    Baby shake your shit 'fore your shit lice
    Get rich like...
    [Ghostface Killah]
    Word, it's me y'all
    We in two sixes, flirtin with bitches
    Dime plush, takin pictures
    "How you doin baby, my name's Ghost
    Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak"
    Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it since Grease
    Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island
    Stretched out, malled up in the cage
    Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space Jam
    Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
    All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
    Biggie's Versacis, Snow White rabbit
    Hands is like photographic magic
    Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habit
    Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all chisseled
    Elbows unique now, meet the new me
    Ghetto fabulous, Tony Atlas
    Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters
    Tyco, Nike glow, velvet pose
    Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows
    Supercalifragilisticexbealidosious
    Ghost'll hollar exbefragilisticcalisuper
    Cancoon, catch me in the room eatin group up
    [Method Man]
    Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark Clark crew
    Fuck y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
    And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick like
    the way yo' stank bitch eat a dick like
    baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
    gettin rich like..
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