Ghostface Killah 260(feat Raekwon Lyrics

260(feat Raekwon 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...)