Ghostface k**ah - We Made It lyrics

(feat. Chip Banks, Hell Razah, Superb) "Tony Starks fights again for survival, and by just a thin thread of electric current wins another victory." [Superb (Ghostface)] Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my n***as Crack spot n***as [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"] Chicken a** mothaf**as, envious b**hes Yo, you know what y'all... Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me b**h motherf**er tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me I remember days when we just f**ed b**hes Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave. Now we rap n***as with a lot of wardrobes and if we want a n***a dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out You gon' f** around and get your whole back blown out I remember on the Island, can't tone out The mess hall crawler, about to zone out Dumb motherf**ers with our microphone out We just dumb motherf**ers with our microphone out [Chip Banks] See.. see.. see me I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and make the post and from pagin, sin astasian When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling' Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes Dime b**hes, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed n***as hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em" The best, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele' [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2] From Riker's Island to the Camay Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin Angelica, Judey Plum for b**hes, Goines king of the century Best sellers, but n***as stay together Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens You program, broke bottles of Dom Seven inch bangles, back breakers I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble [Hell Razah] Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero Shatter your soul like gla** windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles Livin life without you, can't count you as great men Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan Durags and our pants hangin [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again] [Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh That's right y'all Street corners Jail n***as Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven Big Un That's right y'all Word up All y'all, all y'all crumbs We made it, n***a Step the f** off True indeed, true indeed Yeah, Ready Red That's right, my n***a Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home n***a Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it out Staten Island True indeed Five boroughs Check it, uh-huh