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Ghostface Killah Hidden Darts Paycheck [Intro: girl] It's all right -- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah! [Ghostface Killah] Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up Face all sprayed up, on the floors The left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up Of course I'mma fuck with ya'll niggas, ya'll pussy (yeah) Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants When I hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches You know what that means, it equals no riches and I can't have that, I got a lot of wiz'es They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers Whatever they see, is none of they business I do what I do, to get that spinach Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the streets I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] This kid about his papers, paychecks Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front It be an honor just to lay you down [Trife Da God] The first check I ever got Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop... I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans Two way team, posted up on the benches Wit a magnet for a stash, that I kept hid under the black fences Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin' On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' [Ghostface Killah] Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way When I see jewels, all I know is take I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states God damn it, I told ya'll niggas This is a Theodore stickup Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up! [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you heard what the bitch said When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' CREAM and shit We was beatin' the shit out of niggas Takin' their little Summer Youth shit Buyin' beer and weed and shit Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit Change fall all out of their pockets and shit Yellin' and tellin' the cops, fuck ya'll niggas! This is Theodore, bitch |
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