[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
What up y'all, this is Ghost Dini, right now I'm in the house with the SnowGoonS, Aspects, let's get it in
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, we burner one French pipes, automatic with lights
Blown like the line of pajamas, it's all pin stripes
Piranhas with choppers that's polished that silenced the bitch type
Be jelly with Mexican killers, we do our bids right
Sheets folded back, clean pillows got the bed right
Pain's confiscated my phone, it got the feds tight
Light bricks cut up, stuffed inside baby cakes
Navy ship sail across water, holdin' crazy sniff
Powder, rocks is chunky like clam chowder
Benjamin green dollars, cocoa leaf plant scholars
Mansions, big gates, 4-5 Rottweilers
Straight cash diplomats, badges in our Polo wallets
[Bumpy Knuckles Scratches by DJ Crypt]
Goon Bap Killa Supreme
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
Yo, tyrants in a prison hole, Pyrex rabbinical
Quick the blast, grip a fold
Cinemax pistol show
We not the type to write a cryptic note
I'd rather send your fam a message with an infant's toe
Armored shell, Gargamel
Yeshiva, the street sweeper
Armor coupe, karma loop
Teach you how to eat ether
One in a trillion like a Ghostface or a snowflake
ILL CanniBILL, fuck we’ll teach you how the chrome taste
Live in a world that's forever evil
Go from the most pleasant of people to holdin' a Desert Eagle
Peep the Crack Rock Genesis, camouflaged Exodus
Shotgun Perseus on a Drive-By Pegasus
Rush you on Rosh Hashanah, pop you on Ramadan
But fuck religion, homie, I'll rob you at ComicCon
All systems go, bricks of coke on the kitchen stove
When I grab the microphone my fuckin' fingers glow
[Bumpy Knuckles Scratches by DJ Crypt]
Goon Bap Killa Supreme
[Verse 3: Aspects]
Murder in the first, bodies in the hearse because of bricks
Coke keeps coming, it's that cocaine covenant
Being broke will never do, ten steps ahead of you
Keep my bases covered like cocaine residue
Flood the streets and clock dollars for that revenue
When the Glock hollers, the Rottweilers will get at you
And if I said it I mean it, you better believe it
There's a war outside, history is repeated
Yo, the pipeline'll feed it, it can't be deleted
In order to keep the people down, yo, the government needs it
Politicians supply the kitchen where the chemicals made
The addictions keep us in prison, turn the soul into slave
Fuck the system and the feds, gotta get bread
If you ain't clockin' them digits and you already dead
Can't get a job, fucker, I rather hustle instead
'Cause if you ain't got no hustle you will never get ahead (Never)
[Bumpy Knuckles Scratches by DJ Crypt]
Goon Bap Killa Supreme
[Verse 4: Sick Jacken]
Air Force, we’re flying it
Here goes the rhyme wit
Sick Jack cock it back
Shooting out ebonics
Goon Bap on the track, isn’t it ironic?
Murder rapper Iron Man and ironin' the garment
Wu-Banger
Sick Side in the booth chamber
9-7 truth slanger, 9-11 loose changer
Hold up, flow precise like dudes aim 'em
Murder everything on the scene, that's how my crew came up
Straight up, fast food got ate up
Rhyme about streets that got my man caged up
Kids with SEGA, dodge one time mega
Been dodgin' blue since the '80's like Steve Yeager
Dickies with Nike's, crispy with white tees
Oversized in case we might be packin' a nice piece
Homicides got kicked off, clothes got switched off
Had to change up the whole style to throw the pigs off
