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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Ron Kersey
Songwriter
S. Andrews
Songwriter
Arthur Wilson
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Don Cornelius
Songwriter
Ghostface Killah
Arranger
RZA
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Tony Prendatt
Recording Engineer
Arthur Wilson
Producer
Black Moes-Art
Producer
Dooley Wilson
Producer
Jose Reynoso
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
What's up ya'll? What's up?
This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
You know, I don't really mean no harm, but it just happens
You know, when I step approach a motherfuckin' whack ****
And tryna to spit his thoughts, but can't spit em'
Check it out though
Ay yo
[Verse 2]
Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs, throw up a stone Richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap, rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gum sole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak a lemon pie
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, "Lord forgive me", Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats don' heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters
Knock-kneeder Sheeba for Hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, lookin' fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes, son, your shit is scampi
Baste that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost slamping in the throne with King Tut hat, straight off
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah
I just want ya'll ****
Smack all ya'll ****, and ****
Universal death threats, yeah
This be the God Body
Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise
[Verse 4]
Ay yo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, loungin' with seven duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin' with 6 Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porch for the biggest beer, seasoned giraffe ribs
Rotisserie ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands fifty thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flickin' goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby Snack, jurassic, plastic, gas, booby trap
Ten years workin' for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bong, bong, bong, your bell went rung, rung, rung
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come
[Verse 5]
Yeah, you see what I mean?
You see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies?
Get in line punk, you should be studying your arts
Instead of studyin' me
That's how you lost your first job, punk
Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up
Shit, I studied under Bruce Lee, ****
He was on the fourth, I was on the third
[Verse 6]
Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black metal 'cause continental drift
One whiff of pow, you gets my divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick a crab lock
Hit his stash, dip back to the lab, make him flip
Uptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ave
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, prolly pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King
Merciless ming, point the killer bee sting
Ring dings, right through your head bing
Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a ****
Puff a loose leaf cigarette
While you man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo
Crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fons
And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
Dip hair, make a **** flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fuck her when she menstruate, but it made her hyperventilate
[Verse 7]
Brooklyn, I know, I know, I know, I know
Queens, I know, I know, I know, I know
Shaolin, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Bronx, I know, I know, I know, I know
Jersey, I know, I know, I know
Long Island, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, break it down
Written by: A. Wilson, Ghostface Killah, Robert Diggs, Ron Kersey, S. Andrews