[Intro: Sheek Louch (Ghostface Killah)]
I mean yeah, nigga! It's feeding time!
It's getting warm outside, these niggas, like to put they earrings in, and pull they chains out and shit
(Put the bibs on these niggas!) Let's go!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffle bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
Gun shots is fatal, my bars is prenatal
I kill little niggas, up close, peel little niggas
We the hottest out, still, little niggas
I'm better in my prime
Spitting harder, looking better than ya'll little niggas
And I done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
Little nigga and Puff, or caught a spot with a nine
Hand all sticky, my tires is all Mickey
She kissing on my neck, I'm too black for a hickey
I'm still down with Kobe, got a feeling he could make it
If Miami and Oklahoma don't take it
Your face found up, like I won't come there and break it
Jake the Snake and hatchet, can't Crystal Lake it
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Most of my goons is bow-legged, bald head niggas
From Syracuse, four-fifths, gold plated
Doing lines off coffee tables in the Waldorf
Nose red, walk into to the bathroom, door off
My man said I went raw last night
Heard I slid up in a whore last night
Still saucy, I plead the fifth, six G's I sniffed
If I sneeze, the left side of my nose might rip
Dark skin, hunchback killing machines
You eat seal meat, dick stay up for a fucking week
Attending brutal rap battles in Zaire
I heard "Toney, Boombaye!" from the crowd, yeah
My man head ice, luck smooth right there
Blood diamonds sitting real chunky in my right ear
Killas, skin your ass with no contracts
And little niggas got nowhere to hide but the projects
I mean yeah, nigga! It's feeding time!
It's getting warm outside, these niggas, like to put they earrings in, and pull they chains out and shit
(Put the bibs on these niggas!) Let's go!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffle bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
Gun shots is fatal, my bars is prenatal
I kill little niggas, up close, peel little niggas
We the hottest out, still, little niggas
I'm better in my prime
Spitting harder, looking better than ya'll little niggas
And I done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
Little nigga and Puff, or caught a spot with a nine
Hand all sticky, my tires is all Mickey
She kissing on my neck, I'm too black for a hickey
I'm still down with Kobe, got a feeling he could make it
If Miami and Oklahoma don't take it
Your face found up, like I won't come there and break it
Jake the Snake and hatchet, can't Crystal Lake it
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Most of my goons is bow-legged, bald head niggas
From Syracuse, four-fifths, gold plated
Doing lines off coffee tables in the Waldorf
Nose red, walk into to the bathroom, door off
My man said I went raw last night
Heard I slid up in a whore last night
Still saucy, I plead the fifth, six G's I sniffed
If I sneeze, the left side of my nose might rip
Dark skin, hunchback killing machines
You eat seal meat, dick stay up for a fucking week
Attending brutal rap battles in Zaire
I heard "Toney, Boombaye!" from the crowd, yeah
My man head ice, luck smooth right there
Blood diamonds sitting real chunky in my right ear
Killas, skin your ass with no contracts
And little niggas got nowhere to hide but the projects
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