apollo kids

ghostface killah

uh-huh

uh-huh

motherfucker

uh-huh

yeah

i see that

i see that

all y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint

huh?

stealin my light

huh? watch me

duke

watch me

yo

check these up top murderous

snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges

f.b.i. try and want word with this

kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon

catch me in the corner not speakin

crushed out heavenly

u.g. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks

chicken and brocolli

wally's look stinky

with his man straight from raleigh durham

he recognized kojak

i slapped him five

masta killa cracked his tiny form

e'rybody break bread

huddle around

guzzle that

i'm about to throw a hand in your bag

since the face been revealed

game got real

radio been gassin niggaz

my imposters scream they ill

i'm the inventor

'86 rhymin at the center

debut '93 lp told you to enter

punk faggot niggaz stealin my light

crawl up in the bed with grandma

beneath the la-z-boy where ya hid ya knife

ghost is back

stretch cadillacs

fruit cocktails

hit the shells at paul's pastry rack

walk with me like darthy tried to judge these

plush degrees

said the cow

wrap the fees

gettin waxed all through the drive-thru

take the stand

throw my hand all on the bible

and tell lies too

i'm the ultimate

splash the wolverine razor sharp ring

dolomite

student in role holdin it

aiyyo

this rappin's like ziti

facin me real tv

crash at high-speeds

strawberry

kiwi

as we approach

yo herb

the gods bail

these staten island ferryboat cats bail

fresh cellies

50 thief up in the city

we banned for life

apollo kids live to spit the real

a pair of bright phat yellow air max

hit the racks

stack 'em up son

$20 off no tax

street merchant tucked in the cloud

stay splurgin

rock a eagle head

6-inch height was the bird

monday night dallas verse jets

dudes slid in with one hand

two culture-ciphers

one bag of wet

heavy rain fucked my kicks up

wasn't lookin

splashed in the puddle

bitch laughin

first thought was beat the bitch up

mossied off gracefully

new york's most wanted tee-ball hawk

seen the yellow brick road

lust of pastries

same ghostface

holy in the mind

last scene: manhatten chase

we drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase

rawness

title is hell-bound

quick to reload around faces

surround look astound

we split a fair one

poker nose money

gin rummy with glare

spot the lame

bit his ear

yo

you taste a tea-spoon

300 goons

stash baloons

locked in lab rooms

hit with glock

stashed in grant's tomb

clocked him like a patient

his stock's full

hustle invasion

knowin now

we cocked a block off

the chain tri-color

freezin in valor

ice-sicle galore

gas station light gleamin on the wall

cop wiseguy jams

james bond vans

niggaz flipped timbs

rock boats under water

watch clams

pose at the stand-off

mad timid

hopin that the gun fall

guess him like lottery balls

yo