Ghostface k**ah - Verbal Intercourse lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah - Verbal Intercourse lyrics

[Rae, Nas, GFK ] No tricks, no tricks baby Yeah, aiyyo Rae Check it out y'all It's the science Fly wonderful Yeah y'all Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds Tony Starks, my n***a Nas Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of sh** For all the fake n***as out there, yaknahmean Word up Good sh**, n***a next time, no more whatever sh** Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken Word to the wise Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket All types of sh**, yo son Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas n***as is the prophet Tell em it's on right? Show those crabs how to rhyme RZA Chef Ghost and Nas n***as is the prophet It's only like five percent out of a hundred RZA Chef Ghost and Nas n***as is the prophet Do it to em baby [Nas] Through the lights, cameras, and action glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me While, funny style n***as roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle Holding weed inside they p**y with they minds on the pretty things in life Props as a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, n***as come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same sh** again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual [Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust n***as discuss mad money True lies and White guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates In the building n***as building like little children, staring Them older n***as ain't caring Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggage Oh one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's In the projects, richest n***as rocking all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew feel em like swords [Ghostface k**ah] Rock the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war Like somewhere over the rainbow I see a big pot of gold Future stacks so I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac Got two spots on New Lots, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bag Tony and the ball drop In the Isle, I'm banging n***as for slot time Hurry up duke I'm next on line And what the f** is you looking at By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new n***as slide through Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette n***as be swindling New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Looking gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer style Your f*ggot a** got bashed trying to turn the dial You told your boo you was whyling Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High cla** cooks, throw on vests out of phone books Infirmary n***as are screaming, "I got juxed!" Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and sh** Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'mma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block [Rae, Nas, Ghf ] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of sh** Word up, throw your hands up Good sh**, n***a next time, no more whatever sh** co*k back the Mac an say whatever Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly sh** RZA Chef Ghost and Nas n***as is the prophet Floatin on in nine-five in the basement [Produced by RZA]