Cocaine Central Wu Block (Ft. Styles P)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Raindrops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob barker microphones I get paper
My block is cocaine central
Eat your food with ancient or new crew utensils
Turbaned up like a royal prince from medeen
With emerald green birthstones in my bling
Rolex goggles
Some of my best side bitches I ever had
I kept in a bottle
Sniff that girl whiff that girl
Feel a rush from Cuba no cut that's pearl
An oily based extract from green leaves
Set out to dry but comes right from the heat
Packaged up then retailed on the street
Yonkers all through Brownsville that's Sheek's
With my connect I may be the next Steve Jobs
My best custies is nerds with college degrees god
Triple black ratchets champion cone hoods
Blending in with killers that visit the wrong hood
Pardon self never the wrong hood I'm safe
And I ain't gotta knock on wood

[Hook: Styles P]
Cocaine central
Sniff city needle park
Fishscale mental
Hustle get the weed to spark
Niggas outside all day even after dark
Niggas hustle hard
Like the Gods don't believe in God
Cocaine central
Sniff city needle park
Fishscale mental
Hustle get the weed to spark
Niggas outside all day even after dark
Niggas hustle hard
Like the Gods don't believe in God