Fly Everything

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Let's go, baby, let's go Yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Big paper, skyscrapers The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers Fly everything Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín Undercover task force reveals they get chills when on the heels of a killa Way iller with his mask off Three stooge of these niggas, leave 'em in the dust on the crash course I don't even ask for the pussy, wizzes pass off Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio I live that life you can stuff in the vial Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut [Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God] All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements You follow the old, we makin' new testaments Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence (Yo) [Verse 2: Sun God] I probably left a couple scenes, but that's only through back exits Mommy cryin', homie died, couldn't make it past eleven Twenty-one, twenty gun salute, bring him back in seconds Off that juice, hang 'em off the roof how niggas send a message We be wildin', keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us Off the line and get your homie clapped just for sending texts Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message In my country for what you worth, but you ain't life threatenin' You ain't running, just drag your feet 'cause you ain't light stepping Send 'em all to come dim your lights, you gon' need a light expection Just give 'em a couple shots, we gon' give 'em light injections I'm cleaning these niggas messes, but soon as I switched my groove Got out and moved, these niggas became the death wish Niggas became reckless, young, black and flexin' Nigga (Young, black and flexin') [Chorus: Shawn Wigs] All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements You follow the old, we makin' new testaments Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence