Milk ’Em (Exile Version)

Lyrics

[Intro] "GHOST!" [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, with this game come a lotta hate, but there's a lotta snakes Niggas see the size of my dish, and want a bigger plate Thinkin' I'ma fold under pressure, y'all wanna see me break Had these niggas skating on ice, doing a figure 8 12 years strong in the game, y'all can't touch me (No!) I must be, made out of steel, y'all can't crush me Watch how I paint this picture, into a mixture With symbolic words, when they merge they form a scripture Tone be that nigga, I belong in the dictio' 'Nary, necessary that my robes is furry Picture mе, in the king's chair blowin' on bark With 4 queens holding toothbrushes, scrubbin' my Clarks Feedin' me grapеs, givin' style shakes, Frosted Flakes Flood the plate, 24 karats to intake (Uh!) I'm all over the globe, like water in moat Cocaine cookouts over portable stoves [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Watch how we milk 'em this year Ya'll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears Things is different now, times is changing So it's a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in It's more than entertainment, it's Hip-Hop The way that we walk, the way that we talk is our language [Bridge: Tara Ellis] Thangs gon' change Thangs can't stay the same Woh-ooohhh-ohhhh... Thangs gon' change Thangs can't stay the same Woh-ooohhh-ohhhh... [Verse 2: Trife Diesel] Now who you know more liver than Trife? The pile-driver improviser, go to work on your body like exercisers My opening lines'll open your mind Glock popper, clock stopper, leave you frozen in time Plus you never seen me rolling with shines, I'm barely seen Got bitches in all flavors, I call 'em my Dairy Queens Gettin' cream, that's a daily routine, y'all niggas know me I'm the one and only, right next to Chef and Pretty Toney Made my debut on Bulletproof Wallets, that's when I came through Stay true, got nothing for free, I had to pay dues You feelin' like a frog then jump, you in the swamp with gators Nigga, we eat you tadpoles for lunch It's not a hunch, it's a sure fact Drunk nigga, fall back I'm tellin' you once, don't get your fronts and your jaw cracked Theodore, we the new villains in here Stark Enterprise, we seeing 20 million this year [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Watch how we milk 'em this year Ya'll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears Things is different now, times is changing So it's a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in It's more than entertainment, it's Hip-Hop The way that we walk, the way that we talk is our language [Outro: Exile scratches & samples] "Don't fuck with Ghost...!" "GHOST!" "GHOST!" "GHOST!"