Ghostface Killah Stay True(feat 60 Second Assassin Lyrics

Stay True(feat 60 Second Assassin Lyrics

[Ghostface Killah]

 Oh yeah, motherfucker

 It's real

 Y'all niggas hold your guns

 Throw your guns down, put 'em down

 

 Yo, we in the fields with heat

 You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat

 We street referees, we rock

 jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks

 Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs

 But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like beach nut

 Call off the mutts, it's me again

 Ghost, your host this evenin

 (Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonite)

 Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle

 Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds

 Flair-laided Gucci joints, I never wore

 I might give 'em to my brother-in-law

 Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrows

 Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles

 That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five

 My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice

 We guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats

 Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats

 Jungle in the club, we play Colombo

 Frost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way

 Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve

 in the seam of his mink, he said "Don't drink"

 Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered

 Champ room down in Vegas, vendin machines

 I sip Alize' compliments of E&J

 

 [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin *singing* (Ghostface) x2]

 

 The streets is rough out here

 Crack game came and had us years

 What is a man to do? (Brother)

 (Stay true, stay true)