6 Minutes Ghostface Killah (Ft. Harl3y, Jim Jones & Sheek Louch)

[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