MoSS - Kilo lyrics

[Ghostface k**ah] (Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and sh** (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherf**er right now, who the f**? Close them blinds and sh**! Who that? Captain Kirk? This the f**ing Stark...enterprise, enterprise outside and some sh**? I need some p**y though I'm ready to f** Catwoman or something F-f** it, lets go! Aiyyo shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box Of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) [Hook] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) A kilo is one thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout I-95 I'm the Handyman) [Ghostface k**ah] Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharoah Reason, He was moving that peruvian white Blowing coolies in the hoopties , slamming cuties at night Big heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order A Kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars Professors at war over raw, k**ing partners for a million dollars [Hook] [Raekwon the Chef] Yeah Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white Get your sniff on, scarface n***as, we getting right Some call it bricks, some call it birds How many n***as get they lives tooken playing with sh**, then catch a curve You would go to jail Get caught with this, n***as'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered Most n***as get hard, from f**ing with them pipes and hustlers Kilo is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer You get caught with an ounce and its over Matter 'fact they takin you down, son [Hook] [Ghostface k**ah] Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks When they wrapped and stuffed Four days later straight cash, two million bucks Strictly powder, no cut Your coke is vialed in, whats up? Y'all beefin over little sh**, we sniff, the balance split up In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye It's nice to have a thousand fans Coke buyers, some be liars Therefore, you check for wires Dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters [Raekwon the Chef] Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's 58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks Big rocks, coke spots, two Glocks, one ox Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot [Hook]