Ghostface k**ah - 4 in the Morning lyrics

[Intro] Did he have hands? Did he have a face? Yes Then it wasn't us [Verse 1: Raekwon] Bernard Goetz Gazelle's on .45 in the bag, mask a Bourdon Sacks Willy jury is all really Rich n***a's paying for the team Sniff the eighth and feed Lily Lily is a c**aine Willy Who got mad connects in a small town in Philly Octopus soul sister rock a puss Ghost outside parked vertical Yeah, the Jakes'll murder you Four to five hundred bricks Dicks come in with no tie on That symbolizes the wire on All Krylon heat my rings bling 500 feet away Hit the church steeples in the D Brand new shells on, a python, a Fisker Twist from the Astons made for the listener Or rather yeah, the driver, suicide rider B bums and Wally's, me and Shallah's colleagues [Chorus] 4 in the morning [8x] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Blow hands, the stove is a roaster where bottles whip in motion May cause 'drop him in the ocean' Irish blood gangsters, the roulettes Cooler moving through Texas, grandmother she Mex-ish, yup Tablets, krills, bath salts, last call, get it Drugs flying minutes like a fastball Smash all, I will remain clean, the status calm I do it for n***as who last long Last Don's chill, Kings in the chair, cigars in the air This the last part with snakes that'll break any mans arm Which way the gra** growin' We've sown enough and now we're farmers Who come through with lawn mowers and armor [Chorus] 4 in the morning [8x] [Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, I used to move cracks, sort diesel and gats Runnin' trains on them hood rat b**hes up in the trap We used to blow 'em out Fiends comin' in hike with they seized bite With residue stuck all on they pipe 4 in the mornin' when the gates start jumpin' Dustheads lurkin' and the fiends start thumpin' And it seems like the fiends, he own CREAM, so they jumpin' Bean told Cream he stole green so he cut ‘em Ditch him Star, souflee'd one half of his cheekbone Now he talkin' out the side of his mouth But yo, peep homes, stuck Fly dust, that's four finger nuggets With plastic stuffed in the Kangol buckets Dirty burners on, gloves and scanners Smart mouth, Teymor b**hes in the back gettin' sandwiched After a dick s** accountant In the wee hours, backing up mountains 4 in the morning [Chorus] 4 in the morning [8x]