Rza - Buck 50 lyrics

[Verse 1: Method Man] Who I'm is? The Phenom, them n***as can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got sh**, something got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-a** kids, freeze Looking at your ice like Jeez! I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You bugging where the couch at, Wu til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke let it be Ain't nothing nice in New York Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk Don't mean nothing when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom You know that saying if you can't join 'em, beat 'em, and push your way in We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up n***as renting slum j**els from Jacob, fool! You're like "Dude! I don't like your f**ing attitude" Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you [Interlude: Ghostface] Starks with the parcheesi face, measly paced ofays Ghostface Jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main b**hes call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Cappa slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip j**els, big heat Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island Playing with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice n***as start to act choice, but Duncan Hines Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads running The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is coming [Verse 3: Redman] The words you talk better be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow, with extra stairs I pa** out a vest to wear (bullets flyin) Yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires Pull the mask so you know it's me And your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie a rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Hook: Method Man] Eat a dick like (huh) baby shake your sh** Girl you're thick like (huh) getting rich like (huh) [Verse 4: Ghostface] Word, it's me y'all We in two sixes flirting with b**hes, dime plus Taking pictures, How you doing baby? My name Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest n***a going since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Rikers Island Stressed out, balled up in the cage Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled Elbows unique now meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose, special effects High-tech armors merc you at the shows Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper Cancun, catch me in the room, eating grouper [Hook: Method Man] Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew f** y'all wanna do, crack a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like (huh) k**ing for the whole Clique is sick like (huh) you and your stank b**h Eat a dick like (huh) baby shake your sh** Girl you're thick like (huh) getting rich like (huh)