Ghostface Killah Late Night Arrival Lyrics

Late Night Arrival Lyrics

[Wigs]

Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street philosphy

Step foot on our block, there's no way possibly

Guns too big for you,
to ever try stoppin' me

Talk out your mouth, you better speak
properly



[Trife Da God]

Aiyo, first of all, you ain't worth
to brawl

And my fifth, call it the gift, when I curse you all

See
I'm a soldier, look at my ranks

On the block, we got that water bubblin'
like we cookin' up franks

This is Trife Diesel, get familiar with the
name

I'm here, to stay for a while, so steel it in your brain

My
guerrillas'll bang, we are the Planet of the Apes

Clips as long as
bananas, throw them hammers in your face



[Solomon Childs]

From the land of the pushers, hustlers and handlers

With military,
heavyweight standers

Cameras on the cannons, move amongst hoes and
gamblers

Empties on my project balconies

My guns vow for me, my
bitch count for me

I'm royalty, motherfucker gon' bow to me

20-04,
vampires that'll rip off your neck

And eat your garlic, murder, from New
York to Charlotte

It'll beat a nigga down like Sonny Carlton, when he ran
through a gauntlet



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, my plate never
pork, I sink deep into minds where you can't talk

Cough it up, bitch, I
shine like Chinaware

Shine like the box in the live ball player amped

Fuck Mike Jordan, it's P-Tone in the air

Pullin' over NARCs with mad
coke stashed in the spare

Guns and all that, the NARCs said, why you
dipped in all black

Said, I'm comin' from a funeral, y'all boys can fall
back



[Wigs]

It's Wiganomics, I drop like a brick in the
third

And y'all fruit cake niggaz think my style's absurd

Only the
birds I blow back, Staten Island super gat

Talk is pork, I get that money
then stupid stack

Theodore, we state of the art, you wanna keep that

Chain around your neck, you better play your part

Cuz ain't a damn
thing sweet, like the Wonka Factory

This the Enterprise/Theodore shit,
you no match for me