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Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface Killah - Iron Maiden

ft. Raekwon, Cappadonna

[Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")]

(What you doin` on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain`t Smokey, it ain`t yo` motherfuckin` message
Motherfucker, I said gimme the message!
It`s from Willie, in the slam.
Nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man picked me up.
Well, I ain`t got no fuckin` time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.
Willie`s in Warwick, doin` 1-3. Told me to tell y`all motherfuckers to
keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick
around for awhile.
Naw, that`s out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with
a punk like
you?
Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn `em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just
me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin` eye!)

(Portrayin`, won`t be payin`. Uh huh, Uh huh)
(Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it`s on this one)

[Raekwon:]

Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give `em theirs

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Sit back jollyin`
My team be gamin` like three card Rolly an`
Drug Somalians pollyin`

[Verse One: Raekwon]

Many raps they crochetin`
Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin`
But haven`t been payin`
For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
Throw a blade, fuck gettin` laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
Connectin` with the hot style is done
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin` but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin` this century kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin` off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don`t owe, you might get stole on
When I go bury me wit Valow on

(They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first.
Then after I
get mines, y`all can do what y`all wanna do. Fuck `em up bad)

[Verse Two: Ghostface]

`Sho `nuff, hit the bank and thrust
Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hittin` white-label, left the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin`, walked in, my earth started kneelin`
Started stealin`, I`m too ill, see we`re bellin` at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine call, I`m too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl
The violin in `Knowledge God` sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch`ll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me and my girl`ll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan islands
Sippin` mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin`

[(Break) Raekwon:]

Sit back jollyin`, Uh huh, Uh huh
Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin`
Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh

[(Chorus) x 2]

Sit back

[Verse Three: Cappadonna]

Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin` to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin` with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin`, Park Hill profilin`
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you`re smilin`
For violatin` my position,
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it`d be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
`Cause I`m P-L-O T-K-O every day
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son`a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin` with the new set of rule of hard rappin`
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin`
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin`, I have a by myself meetin`
Thinkin` who`s gonna be the next to catch a beatin`
From my mental slangin`, bitchin` rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, that`s what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards

(The way I, the way I wanna get `em. I want `em gotten. I want `em layin`
out. I want `em gotten. `Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be
taken off of here. That`s right.)

 

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