[Intro: Ghostface k**ah]
Yeah, them n***as talking bout ya'll always want some lyrics, right?
Real lyrics, well here we go, I'm a tell you a little story
That's right, watch this sh**, n***a, here we go, ya'll, your a**
Yeah, we write for days, hot sh**, uh-huh
Dope, d**, s**, murder, King James version
[Ghostface k**ah:]
Aiyo, needle was left hanging, in the arm of a pimp
He walk with a limp, had b**hes on the payroll
He gave the seeds candy and his family was poor
Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door
The other macks ain't have jack on him, not even Goldie
Slowly, he would rise, kept his runners with the police
Jim Brown was his man, his brother was m**m, they tried to convert him
And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him
Big hats with gorgeous stones, honey designed the slacks
With two attempts on his bottom b**h, her name was Precious
Silky skin, priceless p**y, she took karate
Her bubble a** got Pretty Chipp rich
You can smell her perfume on every street corner
A s**y muthaf**a with the mean face on her
Precious, sported bulletproof dresses, defending caring s**
Thirteen smith, this boo that study her lessons
She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches, b**hes is fortune slang
Control the south side, her name rings
Lookout for the black cherry p**y extortion
Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion
Back at the pub, at the Alice spot, bumping the sounds of Curtis
Playing Live in the jukebox, this broad named Cookie
In the purse, fifty thou' in cash
Pa**ed off to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers
f** the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy
b**hes never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's cabby
I'm a loyal b**h, and chicks can't stand me, pimps
They know I'm I'll, that's why they never put hands on me
From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney
Frank War told me, C.C. get that money
My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot
Like Chinese mushrooms, wasabi with spicy lentils
The other day I brought a little gat, where I keep near my lower back
Cause these n***as don't know how to act
At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me
b**h just get in the car, cause I want you to swallow
I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow
He was quick, I spit the nut on his '74 wallos
He wanted to invite me to Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy'
He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro
(Nah, papi) Cause I'm from New York
He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk
Cause I'm Chipp's b**h, we dine and resort
Only n***a ever taught me, don't put swine on my fork
[Outro: "Cookie"]
And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi
This Cookie, I still got another tall Goose for you daddy
I'm a stick in the grave for you, baby
f** them other pimps, they ain't got sh** on you, daddy