Ghostface Killah - Stay True Lyrics
[ghostface killah]Oh yeah, mother*****erIts realYall niggas hold your gunsThrow your guns down, put em downYo, we in the fields with heatYou fake niggas eat kid meals to meatWe street referees, we rockJean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecksCertified doctors in hoodsll steal all your techsBut wait, roll cameras, babyface money blowin like beach nutCall off the mutts, its me againGhost, your host this evenin(ladies and gents Id like to thank you all for comin out tonite)Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, lets mingleFetch me a remy martin on diamondsFlair-laided gucci joints, I never woreI might give em to my brother-in-lawFitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than egyptian marrowsBorrow the God jewels, gucci gogglesThats how the God do, motown twenty-fiveMy office like smokeys voice, little moist, but choiceWe guzzle doms, smoke the scratchy throatsLive on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coatsJungle in the club, we play colomboFrost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky wayIce on the floor, el-producto in the sleeveIn the seam of his mink, he said dont drinkThink before he talked, he walked like he orderedChamp room down in vegas, vendin machinesI sip alize compliments of e&jChorus: 60 second assassin *singing* (ghostface) x2The streets is rough out hereCrack game came and had us yearsWhat is a man to do? (brother)(stay true, stay true)
