Yapp City

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

{*church bell ringing*}

Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that shit

Sneak up on him right, feel me?

Soon as he turn around, just yapp this nigga

I got everything, youknowImean?

They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches

Let's go

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts

I mean shirts, take your hoodies off, jackets and watches

Before you put your hands on the wall, empty your pockets

Fix your face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the juks

Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook

The fuck is that sticking out from under your foot?

Move, turn your head around, nigga, you better not look

Stacks, you hiding from Tone? I'll shake, rattle your bones

You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the chrome

In the dark, yo, I do this alone

That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone

That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it quickly

Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me

'Cause if we shoot it out, 'cause if I die tonight you coming with me

Bitch-ass nigga, eat through your chest like some fucking whiskey

[Chorus: Solomon Childs]

Boy! Gut him like a pig in the dark

Or auction off your bitch body parts

Boy! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices

Throw your head in vicegrips (yeah)

Boy! Or stick a hot blade through his heart

Get to sticking niggas for the right prices

Boy! Yeah, this is priceless,.get 'em!

[Verse 2: Sun God]

Ayo, I post up, packed the shotti

Black mags in lobbies, with red dots to detach the body

If you a boss, why your cash is sloppy?

This a Staten Island burglar gang, ak, not no Ave. could stop me

I'm on the road, not no massive robbery

When it come to that dough, it overflow like paper bag tsunamis

I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's

Niggas passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind them

My black glove, black mask, requirements

Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in

These cowards couldn't clash our lion's den

That .44 mag'll twist your aves and the cav you flying in

We hoppin' out cabs like Iron Men

It's hard to believe how niggas leave with no bag supplying sense

Empty 'cause my staff is hiring

Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when firing

[Chorus: Solomon Childs]

Boy! Gut him like a pig in the dark

Or auction off your bitch body parts

Boy! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices

Throw ya head in vicegrips (yeah)

Boy! Or stick a hot blade through his heart

Get to sticking niggas for the right prices

Boy! Yeah, this is priceless.. get 'em!

[Verse 3: Trife Da God]

Ayo, we carry arms like an octopus

Shorty's strapped with the MAC inside her pocket book, blowing all lots of kush

Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks

Just throw your hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks

Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves

Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes

Rip off the pockets out his Trues, make sure he come out his jewels

I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's time to move

If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, I'll body bag him

Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking like Gotti had him

Bragging, jumped in the wagon, laughing

We slid a few blocks down, this kid was frozen

With stones so we decide to yapp him

I put the tool in his mouth, said, "You don't want the action

These ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin' aspirin!"

Bean, blast 'em, Homo' get his girl for his cash and

Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!)