[ghostface]   Ayo   I'm like malcolm out the window with the joint   Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly   Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas duck shit   One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig   Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind   Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes   His feet hurt , networkin he get no work   Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth   Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns   Stain to my baltimore niggas that he on the run   Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life , calcium man   Watch him grab the tums , he's a front   Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass   Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her   Big bub did him somethin deadly , act premedidtated   Buck 60 strike was the medley   Nice like van halen , seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin   Did two days thought he was jailin   You get close , look at his hands   That's the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it   He ran away , frontin majorly , eyes like sammy davis jr.   Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the bob hope classics   Ran down asics , kmart , the short sleeve shit be the basics   He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted jews   Rushed the nigga out in crown heights      Chorus:   Yo let me tell you how the game go   We gettin rid of all the prostitutes   Tony wants the streets back fo sho   Too many hustlers , too many thieves   We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's   Too much tv , guns and robberies   Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy      [ghostface]   Yo I champunch mase in his face over some bullshit   The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives   It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy   One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly   Yo we up in jonesy's posin , all these niggas know me   >from fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parolees   Yo we played the speaker   And from a distance we could see these chains   The p slayed , flat on his chest , was two plains   Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at all   He just cracked the v8 backed up , leaned against the wall   Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck   Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck   Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip   He throwin up six plates plus he studied matrix   He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor   Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores   Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint   On him   Flower look his man stood up before him   The bitches hit the table , jah king stripped off his cables   Shots went off , sam'll get a chance to make his debut   Flower grabbed tiff his man with the sideburns , hat fell off   We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind rich   See allah hit the light switch , young girls were trampled   In the measured pool , pistol with mase , and broke the handle   Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours   Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "it's yours"   Oh my goodness , ba grabbed the mo bottle thrashin   He layin like a gay models shoutin out sebastian   He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy   No more God , the 68 thousand down a pair of three   Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin   Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon   It's over , another story told   Lyin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras      Chorus