Sheek Louch - Blue Armor lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Uh-huh [Ghostface k**ah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog Day, ya'll b**h n***as got sweet hands, word I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head Get your top rocked, way across state The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they backside flake I smash ya'll muthaf**as like a seedless grape And hang n***as like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks Word to my momma, I cut the gra** on you f**ing snakes Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she b**h a** n***a for sale, like Magilla Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I f** men, though" [Interlude: Ghostface k**ah (Sheek Louch)] Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) Stab one of them n***as, n***a, word up! [Sheek Louch] Aiyo, my n***as is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent scars Your hardest n***a, you can't compare him to ours I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late I'm hot as f**, my truck keep getting tailed It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to d**h, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for me, f**, rap for me Yo, tell them n***as on the Island, get strapped for me Het wet ya, and throw the stocking On his face, like when he first met cha [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow your troops Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school Slap 'em Sheek, wake his a** up, he can't even move Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the c**aine spot My fiends'll box filled with coke head cla**ics Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage I wash my money in Woolite, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers Black j**els trucking, still come through bummy