[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Alright, now, this is how we gon' do this shit
You know what I'm sayin'? Niggas wasn't out in the streets back then when was doing this shit, son
You know what I mean?
Yeah, check the story
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets
You could've found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it
Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen
Tappin' pockets on the local drug dealers just to see what they holdin'
I know niggas with crack vials stuck to they colon
The acid done bubbled up, now they stomachs is swollen
That's just life in the hood, ceramic glass when we baggin' our stash
The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass
We toast to the ghosts of old days (Yeah)
Old age, uh-huh
We rap renegades, must stay paid
[Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Get money (Get money)
Get money, Ghost (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Get money, Ghost (Get money)
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, big fluffed-out Gooses on, Stan Smiths
The housing cops can suck our dicks
We jumping out of convertible matchbox shit
Next drip inhaling, chillin', my throat frozen, my orange brick
Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging axe
They singing, "You still blinging, daddy, now bring it back"
To smoke these rap niggas, honey, I'ma need a match
To bust the game wide open, I'ma need an axe
I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus
Keep it hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch
Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras
A cocaine chef, I stretch money like elastic
Nigga, my raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage
Jay Cutler on dust when I blam shit
Alright, now, this is how we gon' do this shit
You know what I'm sayin'? Niggas wasn't out in the streets back then when was doing this shit, son
You know what I mean?
Yeah, check the story
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets
You could've found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it
Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen
Tappin' pockets on the local drug dealers just to see what they holdin'
I know niggas with crack vials stuck to they colon
The acid done bubbled up, now they stomachs is swollen
That's just life in the hood, ceramic glass when we baggin' our stash
The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass
We toast to the ghosts of old days (Yeah)
Old age, uh-huh
We rap renegades, must stay paid
[Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Get money (Get money)
Get money, Ghost (Get money)
Get money (Get money)
Get money, Ghost (Get money)
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, big fluffed-out Gooses on, Stan Smiths
The housing cops can suck our dicks
We jumping out of convertible matchbox shit
Next drip inhaling, chillin', my throat frozen, my orange brick
Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging axe
They singing, "You still blinging, daddy, now bring it back"
To smoke these rap niggas, honey, I'ma need a match
To bust the game wide open, I'ma need an axe
I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus
Keep it hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch
Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras
A cocaine chef, I stretch money like elastic
Nigga, my raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage
Jay Cutler on dust when I blam shit
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