Killa Lipstick

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah, we gon' get high to this (The world's crazy, son, yeah, you know) We gon' get high to this (Just something about her) My girl's a killer, my girl's a killer (You know, her bag was always heavy, every time I been around it) We gon' get high to this (In diners, and restaurants, I don't know) Yeah... yo... [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belonged in a Luther video, "Never Too Much" The way she smile, her face look pretty, though Hands is soft, feet, no calluses Her father owned six Palestine palaces Laying out in New York, plush villas in Vegas Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest So I pause the smooth talk, made her a drink Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid your boy to the bedroom Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room This chick was loaded, equipped with fifths Porcelain handles with horseback kicks Whispered, "You know what, Ghost, I do hits But niggas get fooled by the sexiness, I'm a real gritty bitch" [Chorus: Method Man] Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist She killing the game 'cause she the business Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa 'cause you slay me Killa, you murder, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby (Yeah) Killa (Yeah) Lipstick (Yeah), k-k-killer (Yeah) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, this white chick from L.A., she smelled like Downy Had her best friend named Jade from Rockland County Double cokeheads who love cartoons Type chicks who eat pussy, listen to Prince and play with they womb Flight attendant out of Delta Airline Get money girls travelled the world, only one did jail time Jade, her father's a judge Same nigga in the O.J. case when he tried on the glove But, uh, in this scenario, 4 a.m The bars closed, now we at it again Drunk nigga, come out popping mad shit, he's past lit Nancy Drew, drew out her purse, the blue steel ratchet Didn't even say shit, she blasted Barrel smoking, shot the Henny out his hand for laughing These are my bitches, Nancy and Jade Natural Born Killers be letting they guns blaze, goddamn! [Chorus: Method Man] Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist She killing the game 'cause she the business Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa 'cause you slay me Killa, you murder, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby Killa Lipstick, k-k-killer [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Look she tired of the same old basic, let's face it This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex This is thug sex, Iking it, nasty talk As she liking it, spanking it, she biting the sheets She's a freak, my view from the embassy suites Is off the beach shore, Dirty would've love you, mami "You like it raw?" A tear drop, fucking you slow I see your knees knock, your love is so sweet If I switch beats, and hit you with angles, you might breathe You know the Godbody make healthy wise seeds You plus a glass of weed is all he need He travelled so far, look, maybe book a flight to Mars To expensive at one forty-two? They check Jet Blue for two, into Long Beach Rain lifted whipping the port, from when I touch Bring something nice up in the stash, hit a Dutch [Chorus: Method Man] Killa Lipstick, my femme fatale, with the biscuits A hit chick, now I'm number one on her hitlist She killing the game 'cause she the business Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa 'cause you slay me Killa, you murder, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady Killa, drive me half crazy, let's go half on this baby Killa Lipstick, k-k-killer