Ghostface k**ah - Mola**es lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, legend man, what's the prognosis, great minded? Ain't nothin', just swimmin' in life you know It's all good and sh** man, word up man So yo, you go around the corner You got nourishment over there, waiting for you, man The other dude, youknowhatimsayin' Tell U Bar Allah, I said, what's good Who was up in the spot last night [Raekwon] Word to the gold Panameras and to the wood grain in my Lambo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older n***as, the game rumors, just the same goons When n***as catch visions for k**ing capos Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt She copped it for me, bought it in Rwanda See demon schemin', n***as get live in the Beacon I'm shaw to shank sh** up like Morgan Freeman p**y getting rapper, rich n***a, one-on-one rents n***as And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up We sell love slingin' like Siemens, the snort-able Beemers They love callin' n***as names out, you screamin' Feds try to trap us and plus tap us, n***as'll grab us Throw you in the ra**le, yo, clap ups Catch me at the Stephen King mansion With four of my Branson n***as With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your sh** authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it I'm like the Blair Witch n***a in the rented Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short Baggin' dope up in the backseat, your package's walk Holdin' my girl wedding ring, she Medellin Name is Beretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth we cut from Is straight from a rich n***a, greedy [Hook: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal n***as up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Rick Ross] It's the Vacheron Don! Su Wu-Tang! Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females The watch mother pearl with the seashells Pick of the litter, have this n***a picking paper up Twitter thug, I'm the timeline strangler Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust Cuban Linx smokin' stink in the Brink's trunk I run with k**as who snort powder, extort cowards Ankle monitors under garments, so f** showers I give a f** what you talking 'bout Mob meetings, we them only n***as walking out Sparkin' purple once a n***a done spaghetti slurpin' Fly away in my new, Scaglietti surfin' [Hook] [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows Bottles of Krug The dialogue is the big chain n***as is rude Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty-eights With bald-heads, all live wires Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime We just left Un's, straight up And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaurds Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowes IMAX Theatres Astoria Waldorf Philip Drummond suite, pretty young thing s**in' my balls off Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed Silk drawers, fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas sh** Hid it in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my knight I'ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite Shot caller, laying in big lofts Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, k**ing like Orca Daytime hawker, a nasty street author Me, Rae and Rick, uzi'd out in the porches Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal I'ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect I hunt you down Ain't a muthaf**in' crew we can't run through [Hook] [Outro: Raekwon] Army sh**, n***a Camouflage, gorilla sh**, n***a You know what it is, man Yo, Lex, talk, yeah Where ya man at Let's go Stay together, my n***a