Ghost & Giacanna

Yea, yea

It's like rap pa', huh? What?

Y'all bitch-ass niggaz, what? What?

Leave a mark on your face, duke

Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks

Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo..

I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips

Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become

Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the graham cracker

Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in

Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt

Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up

7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines

It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle

Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal

Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in

Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion

Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten

Dusthead niggaz that'll have you laugh, you call

Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C

Catch me in the spot with a guillotine

In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life

Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife

This go to all real niggaz that be shootin dice

Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life

Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome

Just watch how many minds get blown

When I cock mines behind your dome

They gon' find your bones

With your top popped behind your home

Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone

B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam

Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones

Blind every dime in the zone

Shit on every line in the poem

And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol'

B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones

Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks

Blast up and cut into four chunks

Shot down and not found for four months

Who playin outfield without a chest shield?

Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel

Nigga we 'bout reppin for real

Only take a second to peel

Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga