Malcolm

[Ghostface]<br>Ayo<br>I`m like Malcolm out the window with the joint<br>Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly<br>Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas duck shit<br>One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig<br>Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind<br>Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes<br>His feet hurt , networkin he get no work<br>Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth<br>Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns<br>Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run<br>Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life , calcium man<br>Watch him grab the Tums , he`s a front<br>Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass<br>Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her<br>Big Bub did him somethin deadly , act premedidtated<br>Buck 60 strike was the medley<br>Nice like Van Halen , seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin<br>Did two days thought he was jailin<br>You get close , look at his hands<br>That`s the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it<br>He ran away , frontin majorly , eyes like Sammy Davis jr.<br>Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the Bob Hope classics<br>Ran down Asics , Kmart , the short sleeve shit be the basics<br>He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted Jews<br>Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights<br><br>CHORUS:<br>Yo let me tell you how the game go<br>We gettin rid of all the prostitutes<br>Tony wants the streets back fo sho<br>Too many hustlers , too many thieves<br>We`re fuckin up who`s willin to fight and teach the c`s<br>Too much TV , guns and robberies<br>Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy<br><br>[Ghostface]<br>Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit<br>The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives<br>It`s rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy<br>One of the nights they thrown in his face it`s real ugly<br>Yo we up in Jonesy`s posin , all these niggas know me<br>>From fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parolees<br>Yo we played the speaker<br>And from a distance we could see these chains<br>The P slayed , flat on his chest , was two plains<br>Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at all<br>He just cracked the V8 backed up , leaned against the wall<br>Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck<br>Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck<br>Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip<br>He throwin up six plates plus he studied Matrix<br>He`s a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor<br>Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores<br>Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint<br>On him<br>Flower look his man stood up before him<br>The bitches hit the table , Jah king stripped off his cables<br>Shots went off , Sam`ll get a chance to make his debut<br>Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns , hat fell off<br>We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind Rich<br>See Allah hit the light switch , young girls were trampled<br>In the measured pool , pistol with Mase , and broke the handle<br>Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours<br>Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It`s Yours"<br>Oh my goodness , Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin<br>He layin like a gay models shoutin out Sebastian<br>He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy<br>No more god , the 68 thousand down a pair of three<br>Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin<br>Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon<br>It`s over , another story told<br>Lyin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras<br><br>CHORUS