[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggas who fuck—
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (Yeah)
Get your nostrils clear (Yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (Yeah, word up)
Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms), yo, yo
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Jewelry shoppin' out of the country, deluxe luxury
People sayin' that my chains look truck on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin'
But first, hit Maria's for a butter almond
The bionic microphone and smack mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on, so we can just max a million
I got the spot sewn so we can make a billion
The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris Crew and the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carry switchblades on the reg, duke
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggas who fuck—
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (Yeah)
Get your nostrils clear (Yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (Yeah, word up)
Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms), yo, yo
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Jewelry shoppin' out of the country, deluxe luxury
People sayin' that my chains look truck on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin'
But first, hit Maria's for a butter almond
The bionic microphone and smack mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on, so we can just max a million
I got the spot sewn so we can make a billion
The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris Crew and the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carry switchblades on the reg, duke
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