Flowers

Intro: (?) [Raekwon]<br><br>"Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah"<br><br>[Yeah, yeah, y`know<br>Tranquilise, tranqulise]<br>Yeah, yeah<br>Yo Ghostface! {*echoes*} [c`mon]<br>Raekwon! {*echoes*}<br>Meth! {*echoes*}<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex/legs<br>Select paper and invade all the illest niggas<br>Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin`<br>Layin` in the lab with rolls o` fly Mo-et ho<br>All niggas eatin` (WOAH! *echoes*)<br>Wreckin` Ball Gangsters, unleash the law<br>Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores<br>On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder<br>Fuckin` wit` mine or how we design<br>My niggas might find ya<br>Layin` in the Tropics, big dick shit on park<br>They way his Khak`s look, niggas on ?chocolates?<br>Movin` out, coloured Durangos switch to me, bro<br>That`s how I picture rich niggas with the same coats<br>All rich niggas with the same coat.<br><br>[Method Man]<br>You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship<br>Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin` a bitch<br>How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix<br>(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)<br>Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin` me love<br>Sayin` "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs<br>And the .38, snub-nose, strikin` a pose<br>Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?<br>Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what`s happenin`?<br>Any shit, holdin` my dick, smokin` a clip, thanks for askin`<br>Mashin`, the latest fashion,<br>Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins<br>All N Together, together for worship better<br>Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical<br>Prop, skate, roll, bounce<br>I`m bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>Oh magazine`s slipped, kinda like we lit<br>Deliver was a lit, ya niggas know<br>High niggas rent , I`m set like nuh Purple and the new Lex<br>Trifle and work, let`s murder eveything that Wu wanted sent<br><br>[?]<br>I`d better pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics<br>Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics<br>(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics<br>Pay Big Momma for usin` his lyrics (come on, come on)<br><br>[Superb]<br>And my mouth stay dry `cos I swallow the struggle<br>I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you<br>I`m not a gangsta, I hate thugs too<br>I`m just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too<br>Without a paintbrush too<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t`ya kids that says made outta Korea<br>Top Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj<br>(?) be beamed up behind the stove askin` how Maria pop Leer<br>Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer<br>From Star`s Pizzeria, police hate the veer<br>Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion<br>when yo` head hit the meter<br>You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder<br>Peter Slim Duch shook `em down for his reefer<br>James chased the recent with a hatchet on Easter<br>Two murders in the `hood, we call `em double features<br>Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher<br>At the prayer with the preacher, I get (?) in the bleachers<br>And your girl, I might eat her<br>I`m a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)<br>I still catch her for a piece<br><br>[Superb] *singing*<br><br>He`s as good as the rest of `em<br>And as bad as the worst<br>So don`t hate me<br>You`d better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!<br><br>*beat stops*<br><br>[Ghost] Fuckin` idiots!<br><br>*beat starts again*<br><br>Outro - Ghostface Killah [?]<br><br>Yo, uhuh, Wallets motherfuckers<br>That`s right, all my shit is Bulletproof<br>Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)<br>Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets [DJ! DJ! *echoes*]<br>On yo` ass nigga, you heard?<br>Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain`t got a chance *echoes*<br><br>[Stadio *echoes*]<br>[One-three *echoes*]<br>[Word up! *echoes*]<br>[Ya now dead *echoes*]