Ghostface Killah - 9 MM lyrics

(feat. Wu-Tang Clan)

[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck

M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius..

It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts]

[ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up..yo you here me?

[Cappadonna] Wutup Toney?

[Ghostface] Wsup don' don'..

[ODB] All the way up..

[Ghost]You know how we do..

[Cappa] Let's get this paper together..

[Ghost]You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.

[Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga..

[ODB]That's as far as it goes?

[Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh

[Cappa] W-T-C

[RZA] Ghost-FACE!

[Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out...

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]

The burners in the stash, we about the cash

We got females that got it like that

The golden childs that bone the crowd

See niggas in the place that bit my style

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers

Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

Cuz if I had a chance, to do it again

I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh

[Ghostface Killah]

Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up

I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough

Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out

With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion

Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond

We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on

Official Wu-Tang headbanger

Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an anchor

[Raekwon the Chef]

Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part

niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks

Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose

Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up

We all throw down y'all broke niggas stay frontin'

Lines come digital stupid, plus my team got

'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'

Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves

Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude

Know I'm with these cracks dude

[ODB] Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt!

Solid tone smith with 5th shots, lick shots

Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots

Brooklyn, Zoo, Zoo (Yo)

Brooooklynnnnnnn....ZOO! (Yo!)

[Cappadonna]

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor

Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma

Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage

My whole crew's fresh out the bars

Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver

Drop him off in the middle of fire

Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland

Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand

[Method Man]

I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners

Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh)

Staten's where the war is

where the court system's running out of warrants

Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus

For real I can't call it

you see I love Lucy cuz she Lawless

Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is

Snitch niggas swallow your tongue

Already know the island I'm from

And y'all don't want no problems with them

[Genius/GZA]

We got a history, full of lightning victories

Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery

Long vision, from giants in every way

Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day

From the East to the ville, from the West to the hills

Incredible rhymes, encouraging skill

From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous

They hit 'em fast, with an effortless performance

MCs start fleeing in flocks

Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock

[Inspektah Deck]

We grindin', down to the bone

My name grounded in stone

I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome

Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome

Shining like a hundred thousand in stones

Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero

1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows

The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings

Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens

[Masta Killa]

Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars

Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost

It's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke

One toke brains float, shot to the throat

Before the smoke hit, witness the killing

On the crime scene

Body on the block

Eyes open from the shock

Of being popped in the neck

Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips

Danger when you step into the chamber with the master

Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I hafta

[U-God]

The rat pack is back from the island of Stat'

Leave you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat

The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff

Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss

Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard Theodore

See it's pure, let iy rain curly ounces

Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers

You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast

That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash..)

[GUNSHOT]