Gatz

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, come on duke, pass that shit, man (I just got this) Come on man, what the fuck you mean you just got it man? You doggin' that shit, Ricky Steamboat ass muthafucka Yo, lemme get that booze, pass me that booze, for him Aiyo, Kay Slay, drop that shit, baby [Verse 1: Shawn Wigs] This ain't your biggest score, son, this is verbal war Too much endurance, you never had a chance on tour Watch me perform, I say some marvelous shit I got the whole crowd screamin' like "Yeah, that's it" I'm mack-a-docious, guerilla in the hood, when I wrote this You know The Source gon' give me a few mics and quote this No average white boy, my style's too ferocious Puff trees on the block and I've slept with the toasters Dug out Janet, jacked off on the posters Sold explosives, bottle rockets by the grosses First taste of big money, now I need double doses Don't need no features, we got Ghost to host us Theodore Unit, we the new Sammy Sosa's Guns too big, they won't fit in the holsters And we sittin' on top of the world, killin' ya'll roaches [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Staten Island got gats, the West got gats The Jungle got gats, the Killah got gats The New got gats, the Town got gats Niggas gon' bust back, come on, what Medina got gats, Mecca got gats P-Long got gats, The Desert got gats Jersey got gats, niggas gon' bust gats Niggas gon' bust back, fuck it, come on [Verse 2: Solomon Childs] A powerful imprint of crimes, Hall of Fame Not only a killer, but a mastermind From the Hall of Fame, screamin', who deliver the impact To strike like the lights in the yard up north (Get 'em) Music for them entrepreneurs Who made it with the ki's of coke All the way back to New York, New York Fed magazine, they don't wanna come to my hood They don't want the interview, lyrically able to pen a few Shit, It'd take a million of you, to hold me back I'm learnin' how to live lavish, triple digits I'm learnin' how to move past it (Get 'em) I'm learnin' how to clean my ratchets Fuckin' with the Theodore Unit, is drastic Blizzies, half metal, half plastic [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Staten Island got gats, the West got gats The Jungle got gats, the Killah got gats The New got gats, the Town got gats Niggas gon' bust back, come on, what Medina got gats, Mecca got gats P-Long got gats, The Desert got gats Jersey got gats, niggas gon' bust gats Niggas gon' bust back, fuck it, come on