Ghostface Killah Columbus Exchange (skit) Lyrics

Columbus Exchange (skit) Lyrics

[“Dusty Williams”]

While in Bolivia, Tony Starks has bumped heads with
drug czar Columbo 

and moved over ten pounds of raw fishscale…



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, make sure y'all turn that water down

What
y'all watchin over there?

Is that the Honeymooner marathon?

That
shit been on all night right?

Alright



I smell the coke
cookin, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the safe

Woodrow the Basehead I
surprised him with the first taste

He reached for his pipe, pulled his
sleeves up

Told him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow
damn you

His head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his pipe

He's
bleedin fatal, he smell like it's so ripe

Told Trife to get him some ice,
Raekwon keep your eye on his wife

Tell her to chill, feed her some
white

I heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw

Ol'
Dirty dropped his drawer, he put his fronts back

And snatched up his coke
napkin, with thick snots hangin from his nose

Had Woodrow’s bitch on the
floor laughin

Goodness gracious, Tony gosh

Put away the Frosted
Flakes, you're killin us

The residue from the last batch we all was
straight

Got my son, Chet, spent five, stayed in the house look I lost
weight



See that was Crime at the door, he got mad



I
don't give a fuck what he got

Niggaz can't keep comin up here, this the
spot



Yo Crime you know the spot be bumpin, pardon me

Plus
I'm paranoid, and you know the narcs be huntin

Niggaz probably think that
Starks be frontin

Cause I spazzed out, rolled up in the stashhouse and
barked on Justin

Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck now he's
fucked

Told him play the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck

Every fiend that walk through the door, check if he wired up

No shorts,
only give him a play if he buy enough

Cop ten, hit him off with a brand
new stem

Our shit is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phlegm

Make sure you get that hundred beans from Pam

She popped shit in front
of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man

He came through sellin his
TV's

X-Box and PlayStation 3, all he wanted was three

Big
Frankenstein holdin his MB's

Socks hangin out, followin me

I'm
tryin to hide from the D's, nigga