[Intro: people whispering] Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) What did y'all discover? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's
as it goes? [Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh [Cappa] W-T-C [RZA] Ghost-FACE! [Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y
looks like another one's comin around (3X) So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah * in background: "Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)" 4X
blue it's all like the one that Diddy owns (yeah!) Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ like Quincy Jones! G4's speedboats and villa homes (homes!) Fake pokin', y'all chest out - y
As long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X) Verse Two: Jadakiss Yo, you
I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
f-cking collar bone us against the World better pick which side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on and we about to kill em C4 Mr
up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds All mc groups will be cartoons like mother goose No joke I bust back Kid for real, watch your buttcrack Entourages, movin neighborhoods like mr
punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr
him Duct tape him, gag him Can't tolerate the bitchin, drag him, behind the wall Blow his whole face off with C4 Articulate moves is made, like a game
to have the roll Be sold or be poor up in these city streets Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper Forgive those, I explode like C 4, so give
Lexus truck, you a nigga World champions and you M.V.P. you a nigga 4 degrees and a Ph.D, still a nigga You use your platinum card, you need 4 ID's,
[Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all
mind Since I am a thug why do you go get so mad Why can't y'all accept that it's my life? If I ain't a thug y'all tell me who is How many other motherfuckers y
stay fly like he was dressin for Easter The big Pachorte, Capo the heavy Packin 4-4 court case to drop on expressway Its DipSet Byrdgang we fly high And chart the G-4
no Git it boy niggaz runnin' the show If you wit' it get your ass on the floor But then right before I finish They say give me some mo' 4 point 6, dodge