[Intro: Jim Jones]
Aye, aye, Ghostdini, what's up nigga? Ya heard?
Where them killa beez at?
While y'all was screamin' "killa beez" I was runnin' round with killa beez
Wu-Tang throw them Ws in the air, ya heard? 'Sup nigga
Aye Chef, wassup nigga
When you had that purple tape I was cookin' up every day to that shit, nigga
Me and Cam, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
[Verse 1 : Ghostface Killah + Jim Jones]
V.I.P., thirty bottles and a bad bitch (There go my man)
Smoke, coat heavy, that's the ratchet
Russian diamonds, the wrist sparkle like chandeliers
Photoshoots on glass roofs, come pull up a chair
I turned cameras out, I'm harder than steel luggage (Uh-huh)
Catch a flick of me, on your 'droid, the film won't develop
You heard? I said the fuckin' film won't dеvelop
Talkin' like you got style
I just camе to sell it (Nasty)
Grape Clarks and plum robes, unexplainable (Move)
Got the club at a certain farehenheit, drainin' you(Ha-ha)
See me mean mugging', I'm thinkin' 'bout flamin' you (Who that?)
Even when I don't speak, I'm still entertainin' you (I got 'em)
Back of the club is where you find me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare you to try me
Aye, aye, Ghostdini, what's up nigga? Ya heard?
Where them killa beez at?
While y'all was screamin' "killa beez" I was runnin' round with killa beez
Wu-Tang throw them Ws in the air, ya heard? 'Sup nigga
Aye Chef, wassup nigga
When you had that purple tape I was cookin' up every day to that shit, nigga
Me and Cam, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
[Verse 1 : Ghostface Killah + Jim Jones]
V.I.P., thirty bottles and a bad bitch (There go my man)
Smoke, coat heavy, that's the ratchet
Russian diamonds, the wrist sparkle like chandeliers
Photoshoots on glass roofs, come pull up a chair
I turned cameras out, I'm harder than steel luggage (Uh-huh)
Catch a flick of me, on your 'droid, the film won't develop
You heard? I said the fuckin' film won't dеvelop
Talkin' like you got style
I just camе to sell it (Nasty)
Grape Clarks and plum robes, unexplainable (Move)
Got the club at a certain farehenheit, drainin' you(Ha-ha)
See me mean mugging', I'm thinkin' 'bout flamin' you (Who that?)
Even when I don't speak, I'm still entertainin' you (I got 'em)
Back of the club is where you find me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare you to try me
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