Ghostface Killah Feat Raekwon The Chef 260 Lyrics

260 Lyrics

Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right

I got to take him off of here

Cause there's only one, and that's me 

You understand?For all that fighting, you understand

that sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me

and I know he can't whoop me, I...

Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump

You understand?

Let me get mines first

Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do...



[Ghostface]

Yeah, scandalous

Yeah miraculous, the arsonists



Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260

2L, I heard they had O's for sale

I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip

Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate

Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem

Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him

Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God

He go with Tim, the one who called Lover of God

Y. E.quality S.elf, I know the natural law now

It's time to get the God U and blow like mines

But on the Iow I heard he got BORN original sin

Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac

We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread 

U.F.O.'s movin in with bigger plans than Fed, yo

Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope

He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope

There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff

That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums

Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda

She drive a green Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda

I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then

jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks

She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid 

She say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids?



[Raekwon]

Two hours later, scheamin like DeNiro in Casino

Son better have more coke than Al Pacino

Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half

and Tymeek bought her a aircraft

But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nidow

When we get back, throw you a bit out

Later that night, stay mesmerized yo

Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot

You ready, you got the E&J and the machete?

We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty

We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists

Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this

Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical

Natural, fuckin a white bitch, actual

fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it"

I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn

Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin

Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized

and buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it

Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby

Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin

Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin

Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin

(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin

 Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back

 Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)

Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary

Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery

It's in the kitchen in the ceiling

(Baby girl kept squealin

 Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand

 Ohhh shit!Yo, yo where that shit at yo?

 Yo Chef, where that shit?What?What?Aiyyo...)