Ghostface Killah - 260 Lyrics
Cat I got to take him off of here, thats rightI got to take him off of hereCause theres only one, and thats meYou understand? for all that fighting, you understandThat sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop meAnd I know he cant whoop me, i...Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chumpYou understand?Let me get mines firstThen after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...[ghostface]Yeah, scandalousYeah miraculous, the arsonistsYo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602l, I heard they had os for saleI heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whipKeep it low, faded licenses plates and great plateWheres the cat from, think hes from new jerusalemPretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin himPower sun, jungle, physical, you know the godHe go with tim, the one who called lover of godWhile equality sell, I know the master law nowIts time to get the God jewel and blow like minesBut on the iow I heard he got born original sinBack in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his acWe got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our breadU.f.o.s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yoKnock on daddy-os door get the scopeHes not home, he took ishmael to park slopeThere go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuffThat get you crashed out had you laid out like bumsPeace keana, whats up with your girlfriend wandaShe drive a green honda, with legs like jane fondaI just left her, she took rashean to pathmark thenJetted to canal to get her man some clothShe said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbidShe say, peace to w, whos watchin the kids?[raekwon]Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casinoSon better have more coke than al pacinoKeana aint tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a halfAnd tymeek bought her a aircraftBut anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidowWhen we get back, throw you a bit outLater that night, stay mesmerized yoGo get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriotYou ready, you got the e&j and the machete?We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is emptyWe walked in, both of us, looked like terroristsMasks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle thisKick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphicalNatural, *****in a white *****, actualFiends chanting, do your thing chef, handle itI shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolynRan to the back analyzin, much disguisinSurprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilizedAnd buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, ***** itMeet shottie waddy slug body hobbyWhere the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncinFake cats announcin on the block, you lounginWhere the blow at, I aint got shit, stop frontin(yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, moneyll start stuntin*****, show that bit, before I push your wig backChef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salaryPut down the pipe heres two tickets to a coke galleryIts in the kitchen in the ceiling(baby girl kept squealingOnly found a white block of cheese from new zealandOhhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo?Yo chef, where that shit? what? what? aiyyo...)
