Ghostface Killah - Blue Armor Lyrics
(feat. Sheek Louch)[intro: Ghostface Killah]Uh-huh[ghostface Killah]Greasy, Razor Blades, Shots Spray, MilitaryArmor, Keep Blaze Packed, All Day, Dog's DayGroundhog Day, Ya'll ***** Niggas Got Sweet Hands, WordI Know Why, Why? Ya'll All Gay, Pop Off HeadGet Your Top Rocked, Way Across StateThe Pamphlet Read, From Seven To Nine, Don't Hold That WeightYa'll Just Bait, I'm A Fisherman, I Own This LakeWhen I Catch Fish, I Fry 'em, To They Back I FlakeI Smash Ya'll Mutha*****as Like A Seedless GrapeAnd Hang Niggas Like Some Ceiling Fans In K-mart PlatesFeel Me? Shake Double Earthquakes, Give Thanks, Give ShanksWord To My Momma, I Cut The Grass On You *****ing SnakesExpose, Don't Tell, Use A Mo', Round The WayGo-go Down, Gone With The Wind, He's A He-she***** Ass Nigga For Sale, Like MagillaStanding In The Window, With A Sign, "yes, I ***** Men, Though"[interlude: Ghostface Killah (sheek Louch)]Aiyo, Sheek (what Up, Dog?)Stab One Of Them Niggas, Nigga, Word Up![sheek Louch]Aiyo, My Niggas Is Wetted, They Drunk And They Trying To EatThe Hammers On 'em, And They Ain't Out Looking For MeatI'm Jumping Out Cars, I'm Giving You Permanent StarsYour Hardest Nigga, You Can't Compare Him To OursI'm Sitting On Crates, I'm Missing Probation DatesI'm Stuck With This Weight, My Wifey Period LateI'm Hot As *****, My Truck Keep Getting TailedIt's Like Every Week, One Of Mines Getting JailedForgetting Bail, Piss Test FailedGot Parole On Us, Then Wanna Roll On UsI'm At My Momma Crib Sleep, Who Told On Us?I'm Sick To Death, I'm On Fire In The StreetsLike In Back To The Future, When The Car LeftGhost'll Clap For Me, *****, Rap For MeYo, Tell Them Niggas On The Island, Get Strapped For MeHet Wet Ya, And Throw The StockingOn His Face, Like When He First Met Cha[ghostface Killah]Yo, Me And Sheek Drug Heads Like A Bottle Of GooseI Had My Road Dogs Follow Your TroopsGorilla Game, African Tribe, Somalian CrewWith A Flow So Sick, My High Temperature'll Body The FluCrack Heads Get Knocked Out, Right In Front Of The SchoolSlap 'em Sheek, Wake His Ass Up, He Can't Even MoveCereal Box Is Crack And Ratchets, In The Cocaine SpotMy Fiends'll Box Filled With Coke Head ClassicsDope Money, Flood Me Rags Of Kush, Heavy DragsBodegas, I'm Mad, My Older Sister Patty's A ButchGuns Come Out Like My Mother's Teeth, Watch How I'm Throwing HeatThe Leg Gravy Be Steaming Over Smothered BeefFrom Eight-ball Jackets To Cops And RobbersMy Last Drug Run, I Threw In Two Bricks To GarbageI Wash My Money In Woodlife, Dunyy, Sippin' On FolgersBlack Jewels Trucking, Still Come Through Bummy
