[Ghostface]
Be friends wit`cha gram!
I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight
Hey you, blow your whistle (whistle sound)
Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah)
[Ghostface]
Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
Yo, this is how we rock
This is how we rock
This is how we rock, rock
Hey you, blow your whistle (whistle sound)
[Ghostface]
Yeah, we in the joint yo
We in the joint
Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream
Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
(Ah shit!)
I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight
(Stand up, yeah)
Brothers and sisters, if you know you`ve got your thing together
(Put your muthafuckin` hand in the air)
I want you to stand on up!
Now I got something to tell ya
(Swing it from left to right)
I`ll tell you, now that I think about it
(Yeah)
And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together
(Play with this, you can`t play with this)
Come on now, get a groove going
(Uh)
Yeah
Hey you, blow your whistle (whistle sound)
[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo tony, what up?
Heard your dick was good
[Ghostface]
You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood
[Charli]
Never that dawg
>From where you can never hit it
Throw a razor in my mouth on the low
And suck ya dick wit` it
[Ghostface]
The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick
Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless
Heavyweight dick in ya jaw
Good lickin` fom ya lips, now babygirl throw the song
[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Aye yo Tony, you phoney
We both signed to Sony
But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what
[Ghostface]
Yeah, what, put your money on my dick
Girls, all eyes on my dick
[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Cats fatigued out, thinkin` they armies
My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee?
Who bang?, B`More and Wu Tang, new thang
Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs
Official, now I bite through gristle
Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island
While in the meantime, spit mean lines
Fuck clean rhymes, like mine`s grimmy
Like my niggas be
Picture me, coming off soft
Ya`ll just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes
Makin` bitches swallow 9`s, re-define
This rap shit, make my shit a classic
Like Bethoven, stay posin`
For the camera, stamina
Like a crackhead, and crackheads are amauters
You try me, no in-between like Y to Z
Pick brains like labotomies
Still thoughts to charts of Billboard`s
Throw pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like still-born`s
I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
