Ghostface k**ah - Odd Couple lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo yo word up! Look who's back in the joint It's The Odd Couple in the spot Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Chorus 1: Cappadonna] It's like that y'all n***as'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! [Cappadonna (Ghostface k**ah)] Yea, for real, for real (Eh yo, chop this n***as man It's time for me to splash 'em) STEP OFF! [Ghostface k**ah] Eh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, j**ellery truck Vest did it up, chop shop it Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts I'll f** you up and come through in a horse We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth On my neck be the Brolic sh**, hurricane CREAM Guerilla sh**, flashin the ill data things Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac Me and C. Goines, bible material Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal Rock you twice, rock your wife Best known for drives on bikes Tell your man to stop sendin me kites We Tigers Woods in the 'hood The Odd Couple up to no good Y'all handsome and plus whisper made son [Chorus 2: Ghostface k**ah] It's like that y'all n***as'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like yo the belt is our's, b**h-a** mothaf**as! It's like that y'all n***as'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Interlude: Cappadonna] It's The Odd Couple! Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Cappadonna] I melt 4-30, hands clustered I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate Pop the cork, bu*tersoft lights, pop guns at the pork New York, catch you on the elevator Catch you for your watch and your Alligators Blast first, funny style n***as, manipulators, fu*k OFF! It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange Supreme Clients, y'all n***as can't see us Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage Come in your state, bust down your gate Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don Crack your jaw when it's on Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon f** Antoine, f** my Bentley homes My wife start fillin pits with hoes Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe [Chorus 2] [Chorus 3: Ghostface k**ah - to fade, overlapping outro] It's like that y'all n***as'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like that y'all n***as'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Outro: Ghostface k**ah (Cappadonna)] Y'all mothaf**as don't know how to act when y'all hold somethin, huh? It's time to give that sh** up now n***a, for real The Blair Witch is back yo (Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real n***a!) Y'all little b**h n***as When y'all see me none of y'all n***as better say peace For real! Y'all n***as don't be holdin this sh** Y'all frontin We let it slide for a couple of years and sh** Yeah, for real, it's like.. Y'all mothaf**as know boy