Ghostface k**ah - Legendary Weapons lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] I flip goods like a stock trader(Get money!) We gon' rush the floor, we attack like Al-Qaeda Suicide missionary, black activist Nice with the tongue, I'm a verbal type masochist Tall body, my skin got Teflon fibers Dodge bullets, rock chains the size of barbed wires Rolled Big Pun, a whole ounce of reefer Rock that black and yellow before Wiz Khalifa It's a k**ah- B color scheme I blow mega cream Been Ghostface before Scream, know what I mean? Like Billie Jean, lighting up the floor when I walk This is Staten Island, New York '87 Cheeba Hawk No pork, no swine on the rider If your chick loose or tighter, I'mma still get inside her Rebel p**n star, thick like dick swelling then Beat the p**y up, leave it soft like gelatin [Hook] (What the hell is going on here?) (M-m-m-man I'm not playing, I kick the rough sh**) (Say what?) (I--I-I-I'm n-n-not playing) (Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come) (Right now I'm teaching school) (There it is you're f**ing with pros and there it goes) (You don't wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up) [Verse 2: AZ] You know the MO, could never be in limbo No lie, I rather die ‘fore I cough up info Boss sh**, intro, horse dick, nympho Smooth on the chicks like a Robin Thicke Tempo In-point flow, make your bottom b**h En Vogue Soft cushion insoles stroll on tracks In the back of the car when they told on Plat Plaques on plaques, got racks on racks So no need to ask why he act "All That" King Congac got a thing for them Gats A Hades offspring, I'm a fiend for them facts Swing on the map, overseas with the G's South Cackalack trying to squeeze me some cheese Pleased on the d's when they telled on the pipe Around the same time I excelled on the mic The name "AZ" rings bells on site [Hook] [Verse 3: MOP] I take money like a pool shark, put the eighth in my right pocket Hella-cool dude and I won't hesitate to pop it Still a rude dude, try to replicate my doctrine Roll with mad k**ers, my n***as regulate the projects I'm hard body, I keep it John Gotti You keep it Bon Jovi, you wear thongs probably n***a you f**ing with a sick puppy We fill up in this b**h, it's about to get ugly Guns sent you a hug, but ya'll should already know My affiliation of wolves could trip you to the globe I'm worlwide with it for sure You better check or get laced up from the face up and left off We don't just do it, we do it to d**h Pay some respect, some sh** will go real when you rap The realness, we spit this, k**ah B k** sh** I still k**ah B k**, should of never concealed it [Hook]