Pair of Hammers

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Ayo I said "ayo"! Ayo, Ticallion, he at the rap N-double-ACP awards Give us our fuckin' trophy We takin' everything (Wu-Tang) [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Method Man] Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day I get you dusted like no respect for you Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this? Hittin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Pullin' on my hive I let the Killa Beez Swarm in The way I play the corner similar to Josh Norman I could murk your doorman I could make a movie, two killers and the chauffeur Ear to ear, buck 50s have you smilin' like The Joker From the lynchins and submissions, the llamas and thе henchmen Put thesе niggas on spin 'cause the machine, it had to rinse 'em [Verse 2: Method Man] Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims (Uh) My thumb's for countin' ones, but this middle is for your feelings What the Blood Clot? I'm illin', pop stars not civilians Sick of y'all, not to mention this shot's amoxicillin Me and Ghostface kill em, all over faces written Tell a bold-faced liar about face, and drill 'em, like They Dean Cane, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutter flows Then keep 'em on they toes just for kicks, like "what are those?" [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah & Method Man] Yeah, uh, and I'ma tell you this: Me and Johnny Blaze'll skin you niggas like fish It comes to murder, I insist Operatin' tables quietly, they tried to stitch This 'bout a bitch? (This 'bout a bitch?) They cut the Mollies out her tits Two-tone tassles, red Wally's with the grips Sixteen minutes, told 'em press, we like the Saudis of this shit And I was dead wrong, I fucked the body off this chick Left her bones on the bed, her head was wobbly as a bitch [Verse 4: Method Man] I tell her "La-Di-Da-Di" like I'm Rick We jammin' in the party, Bob Marley with the spliff Black Bugatti with the shift Look at Johnny (Aah), I'm blazin', got an army, not a clique Wu-Wear laundry, sometime it say Armani 'cause I'm rich (Rich) Flow tsunami, I'm schemin' like a Saudi with a brick Rappers envy, but claim it was a Ponzi when they slip I get the thumbs up like Fonzy 'cause I'm lit ('Cause I'm lit) New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Method Man] Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day I get you dusted like no respect for you Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, you feel me? It's more and more niggas tryna kill me Jewellery too heavy, diamonds too milky The way I shoot the gift it's like my saliva is too silky My mouth caught a body on camera, my tongue guilty [Verse 6: Method Man] My mouth talk dirty with grammar, my tongue filthy My arms come with armor, by baby momma's a milfy And drama is the karma I get for somethin' that killed me (Yeah) And still might, steal on a rapper because I'm still me