Stella Wu Block (Ft. Method Man)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Stay dip, cute bitch out in Delaware, moving our bricks
So hard, stupid big stones from Miss Stella ear
She just turn 35, we in the spot on Martin Luther King Drive
Whole team getting high, on phones
We learned different codes of pig Latin
So the jakes don’t follow our trail with sick patterns
And the crib is jig, Jennifer convertible love seat
That’s worth forty G’s from Madrid
In Spain, sipping cherry Cosmo’s and things
Stella, finish the glass, showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain’t impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each bag, there’s eighty grand missing
You pop up with a new Jag', with a bad system
I done sent your ass to Hawaii and Waikiki
When your man needed bail, you’ll come see me
Rob me? That’s how we do? You pretty slick muthafucka
You must think I’m a sucker
Matter fact, you gon' suck this dick, how bout that for a change
Let me see what’s really on your brain
She said ‘Starkey, you violating me, stop it'
I saved up for this shit, you playing me like a hostage
Out of all people, I wheeled you around, when you got shot
Be the closest one too you, and may I rot
In hell, yo Starks, chill, I don’t think she that stupid
Since '90, '95, she came through, kid
Two million in six weeks, cover six space
Just to think of those towns alone, we brought a big steak