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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo my cocaine's whiter than Colgate And when Christ come, I'mma go relocate Finish off them dimes, big slabs of crack lighting my gangsta's will Bury me at the plate in Bronx Bombers' field Give my young guards the four horses My baby girls get the pink Porches Dookie gems and they're all gorgeous King Tone had a mean fortress A French maid blowin' me down like Fara Fawcett My gun collection is big in the Adolf section My little mini me, he bump off the Mexicans Mostly known for my earlobe Four million dollar disco ball, shit dope My wrist cut bang glass on the crystal floor At Club Shiznit with romy roam just came home Violate a parole selling cell phones, with a Snoop Dogg perm His brother puffs sherm through two and big worm [Hook 2X: The Alchemist] Weight, my my my money fold up Uh, my my my pockets swolled up Say what, say what, just roll up What's the hold up, unload and reload up [Prevail] Hell fire (hell fire), Hamburger Hill shell fire Kill quiet like a knife on the front line, private Live riot stage show, verse burn, flamethrow Overthrow, take over, name known around the globe King cobra, poison slow fang, jungle overgrown Wu-Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist killing the song Top billing, feeling famous, chopping heads, rock iller [Madchild] Comic villain on painkillers watching Good Fellas Dancing in the dungeon all by myself I say I think I'm going crazy, that's a cry for help My phone don't ring but get sexy text messages Gun under my couch, thoughts of bitches mud wrestling Me I'm just chillin' with killers at my disposal I have a feeling you will accept my proposal Put another dime in the jukebox, I love rock 'n roll Bulletproof vest, Glock, lock 'n load [Hook 2X: The Alchemist] Weight, my my my money fold up Uh, my my my pockets swolled up Say what, say what, just roll up What's the hold up, unload and reload up [The Alchemist] Rap zombie I'm controlled by powers beyond me I go from the drum machine straight to the DVD To the hard drive, to the G5, to the computer screen To the lab through the speakers to the pens and the pads To the science, to the math, to the vocab Straight to the vocal booth, to the mic, back to that old rap Through the speakers to the place where your heart and your soul at Drop out the drums, rough mix, straight to the work that Bounce the track to disc format and then burn that To the CD, we take it to the truck where the systems at Make sure the bass hit like a thunderclap Then I double back to the lab fast like I was running laps I freeze, back to the Digi D to an MP3 Through the internet freeway, straight to the DJ Straight to the radio, constant airplay I gotta keep food on my plate So I'm moving that [Hook 2X: The Alchemist] Weight, my my my money fold up Uh, my my my pockets swolled up Say what, say what, just roll up What's the hold up, unload and reload up