Street Opera

[Intro: Sun God]

Sun God

Get 'em, official

[Verse 1: Sun God]

I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs

Squad leader call, they moving up on us

But them g's on the corners, move when I move

That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons pull a gun on em

Think it's weak and trying to creep or run up on us

Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order

Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters

Cuz change is money, you float funny when you surf in the water

I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border

I love my life, I live it twice, cuz it's up to me sorta

You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter

That really love me, for the shit that I taught her

Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king

I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in

Usher got the universe Confession, pardon your dame

I'm new to the game, but true to my lesson

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Jeans, hoods, guns, crack

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake

And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate

Intruders is strapped with rugers with daggers in they jeans

We too zooted like we comin down off woolers

And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas

With true talent, like my name is T.O

So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know i keep them Visine bottles

Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go

The project steps is ajaxed down

Dried blood maintenance men with the scrub brush

Scrapin the ground

Diapers baby rattles and broke lighters

I led many horses to water just to see if they like it

Taste my Betty Crock, ready rock, bet he cop now

News flash my nigga rotten L laid a cop down

Any of ya'll niggas want beef I will stop clowns

I got a bat, ox, fifth, now how the Glock sound?

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Jeans, hoods, guns, crack

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah & Sun God]

Ayo what up SG?

Ayo, what's poppin' my nigga?

I'm just oilin' the toolies

Excercisin' my trigger finger

I got the biggest bangers

Yeah, I got a crispy stainless

Your mans ain't fuckin' those hoes

They just a bunch of gators

Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in

I'm so close to the edge pushin' they fuckin' face in

I bet you now them motherfuckers really stop complainin'

No hesitation, my reputation will leave 'em chainless

We go hard like the narcs when we start invadin'

I cop the license and registration and cock and aim it

It's all entertainment and all my niggas made it

We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden

I keep the iron blazin', hands hurt like a bitch when she puttin' braids in

I think it's so amazing

We ran trains for hours up in the Days Inn

Hoodrats in crack motels receive nathan

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Jeans, hoods, guns, crack

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

*Sounds of crunching and eating*

Yeah, good...