Metal Lungies

Lyrics

[Intro] World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] What these clown niggas hollerin'? What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!", put the ball down, we can't score They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit Metal Lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies? See y'all should have listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth and some day death would occur Please for Ms. Gale's sake and her seeds Pastor Freddy ain't fuckin' around, they knocked him with weed [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Uh-oh (Word up) It's them (What you talkin' 'bout, baby?) Real kids spit that shit (Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah) [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Me and Starks clear out projects parks On our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky I got a revolver and the pump about the size of Chucky I remember faces easy as I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey I got heavy chrome Niggas don't care if you live or die, they happier that Marbury home Y'all niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet The hard shit you kickin' bout as R&B as Tweet This is Theodore, D-Block, the year for The sunroof open with the .44 Niggas like.. [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Uh-oh (Word up) It's them (What you talkin' 'bout, baby?) Real kids spit that shit [Verse 3: Styles P] Yeah, nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends that smoke base Somebody leavin' out with a poked face Tone, you burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case I'ma make him look like he smoke base, we don't leave no trace These rap niggas swear that they so safe I don't wanna talk to you holmes, I don't communicate My guns be in my hand more than my phone And I could dial your number Knock the smile off your face with the H.K. 9 out the all-black hummer Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies are clipped Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick Fuck the industry, if shit shut down, they'll still bust my shit I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks And some dust head niggas that'll dump my clips, what? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Uh-oh (Word up) It's them (What you talkin' 'bout, baby?) Real kids spit that shit