Rza - 260 lyrics

Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right I got to take him off of here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand? 'fore all that fighting, you understand That s**a think he good, that s**a think he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me, I... Ay boy, the n***a whole style is chump You understand? Let me get mines first Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... [Ghostface] Yeah, scandalous Yeah miraculous, the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door in the spot, 260 2L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same sh**, money drive a burgundy whip Keep a low fade, license plates engraved "PAID" Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him Boss Sun's younger physical, you know the God He go with Tip, the one who called Lover of God Why Equality Self, I know the Master Allah Now It's time to get the God U and blow like mines But on the low I heard he got Born Original sent Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac We got to get him dun, aliens is snatching our bread UFOs moving in with bigger plans than Feds, yo Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that skunk That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Kiana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda She drive a cream Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda I just left her, she took Regine to Pathmark then Jetted to Can*l to get her man some Clarks She should be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid she safe, BCW was watching the kids [Raekwon] Two hours later, scheming like DeNiro in Casino Son better have more coke than Al Pacino Kiana ain't telling no lies, last year she did a sting and a half With Tymeek bought him a aircraft But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nid-ow When we get back, throw you a thid-ou Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Now Why You ready, you got the E&J and the machete? We going upstairs, I hope one n***a is heavy We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole sh** looked graphical Natural, f**ing a white b**h, actual Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it" I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn Ran to the back an*lyzing, much disguising Surprise is coming in their eyes and tranquilizing Bugging, throwing the twin cousins at his nugget, f** it Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby Where the d**, where the ounces you be bouncing Fake cats announcing on the block, you lounging Where the blow at, I ain't got sh**, stop fronting (Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll stop stunting b**h, hold that pit, before I push your wig back Chef stop waving that, show him where the paper at) Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceiling (Baby girl kept squealing Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand Ohhh sh**! Yo, yo where that sh** at yo? Yo Chef, where that sh**? What? What? Aiyyo...)