The Drummer

[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)]<br>I don`t want the horns, blowing..<br>I don`t want the streets to play a melody...<br>(yeah, it`s hip hop, it`s hip hop<br>The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal)<br>I don`t want to hear the good time is coming..<br>Don`t want to hear the voices in back of me...<br>(youknowhatI`msaying? Cuz I`m bout to go in)<br>I`m not gonna hear it! I don`t want the drummer..<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you stepped on my corns and shit<br>Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this?<br>I seen you at the Grammy`s with a triple Bar Mitz`<br>Can I kick it? (Hell No!)<br>That`s why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow<br>And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O<br>She`s a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for Leos<br>Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whole wide world<br>Is you and you hardly even know it, know it, know it..<br><br>[Streetlife]<br>Watch me shock the world, move the masses like a landslide<br>It`s a literal stickup, everybody`s (hands high)<br>See the bigger, picture, I`m out for the grand prize<br>I`m not a role player, senor, I`m the franchise<br><br>[Trife Da God]<br>Aiyo, with Trife sweatin`, every bullet is life threatenin`<br>And you could get a chest full of slugs in a slight second<br>Yo, my nine milli` pistol`s really official<br>So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>Aiyo, it`s Ghost with the sky blue kufi, smashin` groupies<br>Leavin` them fiend out, like New Jack`s Pookie<br>Every line is like ninety nine dimes<br>Shrine auditorium rap, aquarium`s in my wall in the back<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Now that you know my name, niggaz know my game<br>If you feel me, then you know my pain<br>I seen you rap dudes done stole my slang, try`nna hold my fame<br>Ain`t even strong enough to hold my thang<br>Wanna flow, fuck with me though, baby, I`mma try`nna see dough<br>My squad got them caught in the yard screamin` for C.O<br>Every time we blow, it raise the prize on the padrico<br>Ya`ll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq shootin` a free throw<br><br>[Trife Da God]<br>Spark the fluid, hop out and park the Buick<br>I got fiends blowin` CREAM like Martha Stewart<br>We on that up north jail shit, harder than steel chips<br>Ya`ll niggaz better bail quick, before you inhale clips<br><br>[Streetlife]<br>Ya`ll better get low, before I let the Tec blow<br>Streetlife, I`mma try`nna get more dollars than Kreftlo<br>The whole hood echoes, every time my nine let go<br>Get out of line or steal your life like a klepto<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>When Biggie died, they came out with Biggie fries<br>Big biscuits got me over, in the streets wide<br>Prada gloves, layin` for thugs, prayin`<br>Drop a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap patient<br><br>[Method Man]<br>I`mma leave the shit this summer in that H2 Hummer now<br>Mami gotta call your bean ass ay caramba, now<br>Eh boy el loco, oh no, I ain`t Yoko<br>My hoes, I keep `em lookin` good, right, but no dough<br><br>[Outro: sample]<br>I don`t want no horns blowing..<br>I don`t want the -- I don`t want the drummer..<br>I don`t want the -- I don`t want the drummer..