Ghostface k**ah - Four Minutes to Lock Down lyrics

[Intro: Redman] Get it! Haha, Funk Doc in the building, b**h Ya'll already know the business, n***a, haha [Redman] Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it Streets on fire, I'm frying my dinner Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love Any boy get served like tennis Menace, you call a rap bulldog Me and my pen form into Voltron Cold, my heart built with a snowball And I f** old women like Zohan Roll on like Mitchum, Barry Bonds this b**h When the beat start pitching I'm broke, my ATM ain't kicking But what I drive, I build expensive Look at me, n***a, I got it In pocket, ask Houston how I 'rock-it' If I go hungry, you getting robbed By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae sh** Straight off the muthaf**ing concrete, n***a You know how I go, word up, let's go {Three minutes left...} [Raekwon] Before all the cussing and the gunfights Don't wanna run Nikes, yeah, scramble when it sunlight G's in my pocket of juice, blue goose I'm a goon under the moon, glow on the boosters Yeah, deadily my sons regret me Windpipe writing, the mic fighting, respect me I'm from where it get down, machete your mother Snatch your brother, scrap you down You know the deal, when we do this, chill Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on, little gla** of Tequil' I sware to the real, my real, if I don't win Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill That's the hammer, I'mma do this, nana n***as who hunt, snatch 'em up, bite the clip, the banana And this is for them good n***as, blow that L And that blow that well, and watch the book, n***as [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)] Yeah, watch them jooks, n***as, you know what it be, man Word up, n***as staying alive (Gotta k** these voices in my head) {Two minutes left} Bunch of f**ing roaches, man [Method Man] Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nub And she don't act up, if I don't eat her Damn, now that's what I call a diva You sick, man? I'm what you call a fever And I don't put no snow up in my cheeba Pack a little heater, the game get colder in the freezer Hit your little corner with the sweeper Dance with the reaper, sharper than a f** Plus I'm laying in the cut like a half-moon Caeser What you getting is the truth My bird eye visions spot the pigeon in the coup Same way I live it, how I spit it in the booth Next to RZA, ain't no n***a bigger than the group Stat, f** that, we come strapped Bust gats, drug raps, and pump cracks What you trying do n***a, we done done that I'm off the gunrack, n***a put ya gun back [Interlude: Method Man (Ghostface k**ah)] Yeah, you slow your blow, boy You gon' lay where you lie, n***a (Get rid of the crack, and flush that dust Hurry, where the L, move, come on, freeze, freeze) {One minute left} [Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, I woke up in handcuffs, heard the police wanted me dead Big bullets and splashing all over Kingpin's still moving that weight And his main goon burned up a discotech He's a hazard, cla**ic, n***a, we got a flick of him He jacked Nate, while he took the picture And we tapped his crib, bugs all in the jacuzzi Under the seeds bed, we found an uzi Trully, and we know about his b**h in Charlotte Pulled her over, State Troopers found two revolvers And she told us them handguns "That's my fathers And I'm licensed to carry those sh**s regardless Ya'll just played my man, caught her with a million dollars Worth of fireworks, coming back from Japan It's nothing, ya'll police be fronting And stop looking at my p**y, like ya'll want to s** it, I'm out On ya'll pussies, catch me next time, bye bye" [Outro] Alright, fellas stand back and watch the closing doors Lock 'em up! Let's go, lights out