Metal Lungies - Masta Killa, Ghostface Killah, Ghostface & Masta Killa

World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere

World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere

What these clown niggas hollerin'?

What they need to be hollerin', is «There go Theodore!»

Put the ball down, we can’t score

They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads

You see us comin'?

Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch

Crystal' Dana Dane’s wrapped around your neck

Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now

See my gun, nigga?

This baby got stuffed uptown

Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds

My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy

Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies

Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee

Didn’t mommy tell y’all niggas to wear clean undies?

See y’all should have listened to her

She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would occur

Please for Ms. Gale’s sake, and her seeds

Pastor Freddy ain’t fuckin' around, they knocked him with weed

Uh-oh (word up)

It’s them (what you talkin' bout, baby?)

Real kids spit that shit

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, yo, yeah

Me and Starks clear projects parks

With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks

Niggas think I’m lucky, bitches wanna fuck me

And put me in the tub with them like I’m a rubber ducky

I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky

I remember faces easy as I tie my laces

Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces

I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I’m old school like the Iron Monkey

My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey

I got heavy chrome, niggas don’t care if you live or die

They happier that Marbury home

Ya’ll niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me

Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet

The hard shit you kickin' bout as R&B as Tweet

This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore

The sunroof open with the four-four, niggas like.

Uh-oh (word up)

It’s them (what you talkin' bout, baby?)

Real kids spit that shit

Yeah… nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface

I don’t sell millions but I get millions from the fiends who smoke base

Somebody leavin' out with a poked face

Tone, you burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don’t catch no case

I’ma make him look like he smoke base

We don’t leave no trace

These rap niggas swear that they so safe

I don’t wanna talk to you holmes, I don’t communicate

My guns be in my hand more than my phone

And I could dial your number, knock the smile off your face

With the H.K.

9, out the all-black hummer

Metal lungies’ll spit the grungiest shit

Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip

Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick, fuck the industry

If shit shut down, they’ll still bust my shit

I got some hustlin' ass niggas that’ll pump my bricks

And some dust head niggas that’ll dump my clips, what?

Uh-oh (word up)

It’s them (what you talkin' bout, baby?)

Real kids spit that shit