Inspectah Deck - Gunshowers lyrics

[Verse 1: Method Man] Another day, another dollar I got mines, ain't got nothing to father f** a role model, never had one to follow Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm a hard one to swallow Here's another hard one to goggle f** your life, that's the motto I'm nice with mics, Cus D'Amato Drug related, blunt guts all up in your condo Hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo [Hook: Method Man] Let me hold something Look at you k**as, like you owe something Stole something, give me my paper, 'fore I blow something Right now, give me my f**ing sh**, chicka-blaow I want it right now, give me my f**ing sh**, chicka-blaow Shady n***as hiding the loot, you see my baby needs shoes And the record label trynna recoupe I want it right now, give me my f**ing sh**, chicka-blaow And I mean right now, give me my f**ing sh**, chicka-blaow [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] Gun battles, so many chains on the neck Hands and feet, n***as say I'm Shaq Sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover Hit ten like a 2010 new Hova Movies on, never ran it, call me a don Been sh**ting everywhere, cuz n***as can't stand it Terminate f*ggots who violate us a square Goon therapy, S.I., we don't fight fair Beef? We can get it on, right here And that includes y'all low n***as wearing tight gear [Verse 3: Sun God] Sun God, and that's your target, aim right there My money long and green like Buzz Lightyear I'm all right here, the way I move the blow f** a show, you would think it was an all white affair Been fuego, more fire here, then you seen me Getting money off the water like a pall bearer there No Newports, Marlboro's here, go smoke that The smoke in your face, b**h, I ain't never cared Get shot down when the Ghost smell fear, let me hold something Look in your face like you owe something [Hook] [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] I'm playing for the 'bucks' like Hakim Warrick Nickel bag in the park, my team on it They want it like that and the street, is dry as a well Hell, that's why I sell crack on the beat I ain't trynna just happen to eat, I'mma make a n***a dance Even if I got to clap in the street This is something like lock up, murder behind bars A warrior, my story defined by my scars Seven thirty verbal, my word work circle You a jerk, fool, I burn you like your birdds do [Hook]