Killaz Supreme

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] What up y'all, this is Ghost Dini, right now I'm in the house with the SnowGoonS, Aspects, let's get it in [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, we burner one French pipes, automatic with lights Blown like the line of pajamas, it's all pin stripes Piranhas with choppers that's polished that silenced the bitch type Be jelly with Mexican killers, we do our bids right Sheets folded back, clean pillows got the bed right Pain's confiscated my phone, it got the feds tight Light bricks cut up, stuffed inside baby cakes Navy ship sail across water, holdin' crazy sniff Powder, rocks is chunky like clam chowder Benjamin green dollars, cocoa leaf plant scholars Mansions, big gates, 4-5 Rottweilers Straight cash diplomats, badges in our Polo wallets [Bumpy Knuckles Scratches by DJ Crypt] Goon Bap Killa Supreme [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Yo, tyrants in a prison hole, Pyrex rabbinical Quick the blast, grip a fold Cinemax pistol show We not the type to write a cryptic note I'd rather send your fam a message with an infant's toe Armored shell, Gargamel Yeshiva, the street sweeper Armor coupe, karma loop Teach you how to eat ether One in a trillion like a Ghostface or a snowflake ILL CanniBILL, fuck we'll teach you how the chrome taste Live in a world that's forever evil Go from the most pleasant of people to holdin' a Desert Eagle Peep the Crack Rock Genesis, camouflaged Exodus Shotgun Perseus on a Drive-By Pegasus Rush you on Rosh Hashanah, pop you on Ramadan But fuck religion, homie, I'll rob you at ComicCon All systems go, bricks of coke on the kitchen stove When I grab the microphone my fuckin' fingers glow [Bumpy Knuckles Scratches by DJ Crypt] Goon Bap Killa Supreme [Verse 3: Aspects] Murder in the first, bodies in the hearse because of bricks Coke keeps coming, it's that cocaine covenant Being broke will never do, ten steps ahead of you Keep my bases covered like cocaine residue Flood the streets and clock dollars for that revenue When the Glock hollers, the Rottweilers will get at you And if I said it I mean it, you better believe it There's a war outside, history is repeated Yo, the pipeline'll feed it, it can't be deleted In order to keep the people down, yo, the government needs it Politicians supply the kitchen where the chemicals made The addictions keep us in prison, turn the soul into slave Fuck the system and the feds, gotta get bread If you ain't clockin' them digits and you already dead Can't get a job, fucker, I rather hustle instead 'Cause if you ain't got no hustle you will never get ahead (Never) [Bumpy Knuckles Scratches by DJ Crypt] Goon Bap Killa Supreme [Verse 4: Sick Jacken] Air Force, we're flying it Here goes the rhyme wit Sick Jack cock it back Shooting out ebonics Goon Bap on the track, isn't it ironic? Murder rapper Iron Man and ironin' the garment Wu-Banger Sick Side in the booth chamber 9-7 truth slanger, 9-11 loose changer Hold up, flow precise like dudes aim 'em Murder everything on the scene, that's how my crew came up Straight up, fast food got ate up Rhyme about streets that got my man caged up Kids with SEGA, dodge one time mega Been dodgin' blue since the '80's like Steve Yeager Dickies with Nike's, crispy with white tees Oversized in case we might be packin' a nice piece Homicides got kicked off, clothes got switched off Had to change up the whole style to throw the pigs off