Pistol Smoke Ghostface Killah (Ft. Solomon Childs)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yeah

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
You  can get clapped in the deadly hall
Where  the killers skate off in the clean G Wagen, all gray
Chain swingin', the god-gods was tried for 'meanors
Gucci, last thing they seen hittin' the cement
The  fuck y'all standing around for?
Watch  my reels, I make scripts off strips like, "Hold on, strip"
I don't care what he say, how many guns he got
Just  ask your mans about my flicks
Movies, gruesome, bombs, we boofed it
Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true shit
A click, two sticks, it'll cost you, baby
That's  two pin joints if I lost you, baby
Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar
Tie hands together with the aux, go scar for scar
Go 'head and act up, injuries gon' add up
Walkin' out the ER like a mummy, all wrapped up
Come on board, shooters, we hirin'
Scarface bald head niggas, we admire them
Rumor has it a lot of frauds got flaws on 'em
See a lot of Madea in niggas, wrong drawers on 'em

[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right)
Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right)
Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right)
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr)
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke