Stay True

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Oh, yeah, motherfucker! It's real! Y'all niggas hold your guns! Throw your guns down! Put 'em down! [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas eat Kid Meals to me, we street referees We rock jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks Certified doctors in hoods that still oil TECs But wait, roll cameras, baby face, money blowin' like Beech-Nut Call off the mutts, it's me again Ghost — your host this evenin' ("Ladies and gents, I'd like to thank you all for coming out tonight!") Tux tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds Flare-leg Gucci joints I never wore I might give 'em to my brother-in-law Fitzpatrick — rich bastard worth more than Egyptian marrows Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles That's how the God do Motown 25 — my aura's like Smokey's voice; little moist but choice We guzzle Dom's, smoke with scratchy throats Live on the edge with bracelets, shades and classy coats Jumble in the club, we play Columbo Frosty the Snowman, frozen in the Milky Way Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve, in the seam of his mink He said he don't drink, think before he talked He walked like he 'nored the fellow champ room down in Vegas Vendin' machines that shoot Alizé, compliments of E&J [Outro: 60 Second Assassin & Ghostface Killah] The streets is rough out here The crack game came and had its years What is a man to do? (Brother-man... stay true, stay true) The streets is rough out here The crack game came and had its years What is a man to do? (Brother-man... stay true, stay true)