[Intro: Ghostface Killah]   Uh-huh      [Ghostface Killah]   Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military   Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day   Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word   I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head   Get your top rocked, way across state   The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight   Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake   When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake   I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape   And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates   Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks   Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes   Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way   Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she   Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla   Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"      [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)]   Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?)   Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up!      [Sheek Louch]   Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat   The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat   I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars   Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours   I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates   I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late   I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed   It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed   Forgetting bail, piss test failed   Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us   I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us?   I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets   Like in Back to the Future, when the car left   Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me   Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me   Het wet ya, and throw the stocking   On his face, like when he first met cha      [Ghostface Killah]   Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose   I had my road dogs follow your troops   Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew   With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu   Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school   Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move   Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot   My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics   Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags   Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch   Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat   The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef   From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers   My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage   I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers   Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy