Ghostface Killah Feat Cappadonnaraekwon The Chef Fish Lyrics

Fish Lyrics

[Interlude]

(.. You know they're killers themselves

 .. People die for them.

 You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves

 



These are the men who lead the crime families of America.

I control 26,000 men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects

of organized crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of,

it's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home.

In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin.



[Ghostface Killah]

We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads

The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend

Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens

Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap

Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms

Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap

That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps

In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns

You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs

Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel

Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you

Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit

I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips

Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis

1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties



[Cappadonna]

Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one

'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion 

Destination be the cash when I step past one

Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow

Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin

Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out

But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives

I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives 

and then I still never go down

Until the last round I shine, 

when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine



[Raekwon the Chef]

Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money

Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling

Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit

Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods

Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time

Play it like Canadian wine, RZA's the rhyme now, the sacredness of

one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green

High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster 

Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced

now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots

aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel

Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans

24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant

Dons sendin' my sons membership forms

They still gettin' this paper scraper

Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers

And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace

Fetus style and block your goals like hockey...