Ghostface Killah Blue Armor Lyrics

Blue Armor Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Uh-huh



[Ghostface Killah]

Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military

Armor, keep blaze packed,
all day, dog's day

Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands,
word

I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head

Get your top
rocked, way across state

The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't
hold that weight

Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake

When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake

I smash ya'll
muthafuckas like a seedless grape

And hang niggas like some ceiling fans
in K-Mart plates

Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give
shanks

Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes

Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way

Go-Go down, gone with the
wind, he's a he-she

Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla

Standing
in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though"



[Interlude:
Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)]

Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?)

Stab
one of them niggas, nigga, word up!



[Sheek Louch]

Aiyo, my
niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat

The hammers on 'em,
and they ain't out looking for meat

I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you
permanent stars

Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours

I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates

I'm stuck with this
weight, my wifey period late

I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting
tailed

It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed

Forgetting
bail, piss test failed

Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us

I'm
at my momma crib sleep, who told on us?

I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in
the streets

Like in Back to the Future, when the car left

Ghost'll
clap for me, fuck, rap for me

Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get
strapped for me

Het wet ya, and throw the stocking

On his face,
like when he first met cha



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, me and
Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose

I had my road dogs follow your
troops

Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew

With a flow so
sick, my high temperature'll body the flu

Crack heads get knocked out,
right in front of the school

Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't
even move

Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot

My
fiends'll box filled with coke head classics

Dope money, flood me rags of
kush, heavy drags

Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch

Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat

The
leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef

From eight-ball jackets to cops
and robbers

My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage

I
wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers

Black jewels
trucking, still come through bummy