Guns N' Razors

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit And them niggas stuck together on some Siamese shit... yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rot with no burial Hammers that hardly work Go to work like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for props in the cop's face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up Face fallin' off their cheekbone Gotta take meat from their ass, to sew it back, I'm a beast, homes It's ground beef in the streets, so we squeeze chrome Like fresh fruit from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut your balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting, classic cutting You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? [Verse 2: Trife Da God] Yo, it was a minute after 12, when the tragedy struck Niggas emptied on son and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy They found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going Driver’s side door wedged open, the window was broken Glass fragments shredded his grill, his collar was soaking He probably knew the killers 'cause they juksed him with ease Cops comb the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties, stopped being brolic V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome [Verse 3: Cappadonna] This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things We stick niggas up and we take their rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute Soaking water, heat smoking We scrape and we Pillage, man, wherever we broke in Theodore pulverize boat rides and tours Smashed 'em in the crib with their coke in their straws Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-fours The cream that we stack up, cake and whores [Verse 4: Killa Sin] Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with Got gats at our motels and splats by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is run it I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is run it, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses Anything else is uncivilized Send the kind of niggas other men despise, you can see the venom rise My nine leaves them tenderized, I don't need my men to ride I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy Be warned, defending me like killing off a Kennedy Y'all silly song emcees get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in your face This dick in my waist is mastery, step out of place Shatter that ass like glass and break fast like a neglige Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it I snatch up my misses and dash on the interstate [Produced by Metal Fingers]