Necro - Gihad lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90's Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimies It's late fall, dime season, we bought the crib Next to Bill Clinton mother, cause she f** with the Chinese They hitting n***as with h**n, it's fourteen of us with Beemers We won't stop pitching the ChevronIt's packed, kid, black kids don't know how to act They flashing macks, Gillette's, a couple of stacks, yo The systems is 'oopid', yup, shorty with the pumps on And dunks get provided and scooped, kid And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down Silent shotties with grenades, I'm waiting And everybody love vintage, you see like 4/5 n***as With half moons and wave intentions What's really good? The 'dro hit 'em, k**ed 'em in the hotel Heard he had some old chick with him [Hook: Raekwon] That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down Hood all day, n***a, watch how we take the town That's why we do the do, just know who is who Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, but on the other side of town it's Tony, laid up This white chick want to gargle my nuts I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out Grabbed her by her hair watch blondie-love whip my dick out Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me That's right, s** that dick, get it hard for me Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up He popped up (oh sh**), I'm like a crooked cop Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my co*k s**ed He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late Already nutted on the side of her mouth Side of her face, and hair like "Something About Mary" I can't front, my son gun look scary, chill She's a who*e, you knew it from the time we ran trains on her And you still went and f**ed her raw Come on, son, give me the gun, you going to k** me over this Bum-a** b**h, you can't resist Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist Watch how you aiming that sh**, you should be aiming at Trish She take a bone like a rib-eye steak at Ruth's Chris Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth I only did it just to show you, she's the easiest b**h He came close, had to duff him, n***a, give me that sh** [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface k**ah] f**ing gun motherf**a Pull a f**ing gun on me again, I'll blow your little balls off Go to the store and get me a f**ing 40 'fore I smack the sh** out you, man Word up, while you're at it go to the freezer, get a steak man, for your eye, n***a Word up Put some bologna on your face or something, n***a Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back And when you get back, bag this sh** up n***a Word up I don't give a f** if you 25 n***a you my son, n***a, word up That's why I let you slide, n***a, word Get you a 40 too, and a pacifier, n***a A bib and a diaper