Rec-Room Therapy

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Alright, now, this is how we gon' do this shit You know what I'm sayin'? Niggas wasn't out in the streets back then when was doing this shit, son You know what I mean? Yeah, check the story [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets You could've found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen Tappin' pockets on the local drug dealers just to see what they holdin' I know niggas with crack vials stuck to they colon The acid done bubbled up, now they stomachs is swollen That's just life in the hood, ceramic glass when we baggin' our stash The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass We toast to the ghosts of old days (Yeah) Old age, uh-huh We rap renegades, must stay paid [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, big fluffed-out Gooses on, Stan Smiths The housing cops can suck our dicks We jumping out of convertible matchbox shit Next drip inhaling, chillin', my throat frozen, my orange brick Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging axe They singing, "You still blinging, daddy, now bring it back" To smoke these rap niggas, honey, I'ma need a match To bust the game wide open, I'ma need an axe I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus Keep it hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras A cocaine chef, I stretch money like elastic Nigga, my raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage Jay Cutler on dust when I blam shit [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yo, we been bagging since eighteen, kid, Polo rugs on with gloves on Rented cars, frontin' on winning broads Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves Benetton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping Hats on, protectin' your moms, you know how we play Spray somethin' down if the team say It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJs Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smokin' nickel beans All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings Whatever, homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt A lil' closer, you can sense we got heat It's only me plus four other ill gangsters We all anxious To blow up your block and spank shit [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) [Verse 4: U-God] Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sic the bloodhounds on 'em I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds I'm not around, I'm spellbound, I melt down your G-Force with heat walks Free falling to a bed of money, bet he's hungry Spread the honey, big head inside the Humvee Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my dungarees And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut Bitch, don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck I'm hard like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, course he's feather Whatever, whatever, he cried in the Benz Tennis players get fried, playin' both sides of the ends Keep your eyes on your friends 'cause they spy for the feds Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties with the dreads [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money)