Music - http://maxpages.com/gfk/260

Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Raekwon
Album: Ironman
Song: 260

[sample from "The Education of Sonny Carson"]
I, I got to take him off of here, I say
I got to take him off of here. There's only 1 and that's me.
You understand? For all that fighting, you understand
that sucka think he good, sucka think he can whoop me
and I knew he can't whoop me, I, hey boy
the niggaz whole style is chump. You understand?
Let me get mines first. Then after I get mines
y'all can do what you want to do...

Intro:
Yeah, scandalous, yeah miraculous, the arsonists...

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260, 2L
I heard they had O's for sale, I heard the same shit
Money drive a burgundy whip, keep a gold
Faded license plate, t's engraved paint
Where's the cat from, I think he's from New Jerusalem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was usin' him
Borrowed son, jungle, physical, you know the GOD
He go with Tim, the one you call lover of god
White quality sell, I know the master lord
Now,it's time to get the GOD jewel ,blow like mines
But on the Iow I heard he got born original sin
Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac
We got to get him thug, aliens snatchin' our bread
U.F.O's moving in with bigger plans then fed, yo
Knock on Daddy O's door get the scope,
He's not home,he took Ishmael to Park Slope,
There go the the dreads yo,swindle two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums
Peace Kianna, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda
I just left her she took Rajean to Pathmark
Then jetted to Canal to get her man some clarks
She'll be back in 90 minutes, Ghostface God forbid
She say, peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?

[Raekwon]
Two hours later, scammin' like De Niro in Casino
Son better have more coke than Al Pacino
Kianna ain't tellin no lies last year she did a sting and a half
That's how 'Nigga bought him an aircraft
But anyway , yo, Daddy O home
We need the shotties there now,
When we get back, we'll throw ya bid out
Later that night we stayed mesmerized , yo
We with the Green five meet you on the corner
Now why you ready, got the E&J and the machete
We goin' upstairs, I hope one nigger's empty
We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, third ,yo I 'll handle this
Came to the crib ,the whole shit looked grapply, unnatural
I ain't fuckin' no white bitch, actual fiends chanting
Do your thing, Chef, handle it,
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted, hit Karen
Then ran to the back analyzin', much disguisin'
Surprised 'em' comin' and their eyes tranquilizin' and buggin'
Throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Three shottie waddies and slug body hottie
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin'
Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'
Where the blow at, I aint got shit, stop frontin'

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Chef throw the joint in his mouth, money and start stuntin' bitch
Before I push your wig back
Chef stop wavin' that show him where the paper at

[Raekwon]
Come here Valerie you know the GOD he need a salary
Put down the bite here's two tickets to a coke gallery
It's in the kitchen in the ceiling

[Ghostface Killah]
Baby girl kept squealing
Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand!

Outro: Ghostface Killah
Oh shit, yo, yo where that shit at, yo,
Yo chef, where that shit? What? What?

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