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