Flowers

Intro: Raekwon

"Huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah"

Yeah, yeah, y'know
Tranquilise, tranqulise
Yeah, yeah
Yo Ghostface! echoes (c'mon)
Raekwon! echoes
Meth! echoes

Raekwon
See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex/legs
Select paper and invade all the illest
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
All eatin' (WOAH! echoes)
Wreckin' Ball Gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colourful drawers, bad wh*res
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
fkin' wit' mine or how we design
My might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big d*ck s**t on park
They way his Clarks look, on top it
Movin' out, coloured Durangos switch to me, broke
That's how I picture rich with the same coats
All rich with the same coke.

Method Man
You can catch us cruisin all on a ship
Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, callin' a b*tch
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate) Wu s**t, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
Rubba-dub, as* in the club, showin' me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigg* that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
Baby girl, threw a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud's
Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigg* what's happenin'?
Any s**t, holdin' my d*ck, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the latest fashion,
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins
All N Together, together for worship better
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.

Raekwon
All magazine's lit, the fly life we live
The lingo is to let y'all know
High rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent

I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on)

Superb
And my mouth stay dry 'cos I sw*llow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, after they plug you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
I'm just a nigg* that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

Ghostface Killah
Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a rock
(?) be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leah
Cursed out Leah, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
From Star's Pizzeria, PEACE! hate to be ya
Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
when yo' head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the preacher, I get skeet in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
I still catch her for a piece

Superb (singing)

He's as good as the rest of 'em
And as bad as the worst
So don't hate me
You'd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!

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Ghost fkin' idiots!

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Outro - Ghostface Killah

Yo, uhuh, Wallets motherfkers
That's right, all my s**t is Bulletproof
Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah)
Yeah, Projects (yeah) Bulletproof Wallets (DJ! DJ! echoes)
On yo' as* nigg*, you heard?
Dirt-ass , ya ain't got a chance echoes

Stadio echoes
One-three echoes
Word up! echoes
Ya now dead echoes