Lyrics Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Malcolm

Hey yo

I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint

Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly

Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit

One kid hollering what looking up, he the big wig

Fake ass cat, low life, sodomize mind

Beating niggas, big bricks of bread selling mad dimes

His feet hurt, networking he get no work

Yo smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth

Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns

Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run

Plus he ill in the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man

Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front

Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass

Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her

Big Bub did him something deadly, act premeditated

Buck 60 strike was the medley

Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peeling

Did two days thought he was jailing

You get close, look at his hands

That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talking bout the cuffs did it

He ran away , fronting majorly , eyes like Sammy Davis jr.

Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the Bob Hope classics

Ran down Asics , Kmart , the short sleeve shit be the basics

He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted Jews

Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights

Yo let me tell you how the game go

We getting rid of all the prostitutes

Tony wants the streets back fo sho

Too many hustlers , too many thieves

We're fucking up who's willing to fight and teach the c's

Too much TV , guns and robberies

Lust and greed and hate the four devils jealousy

Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit

The other night they kidnapped his brother poking it with knives

It's raining , 85 degrees kinda muggy

One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly

Yo we up in Jonesy's posin , all these niggas know me

From fucking with, under theses niggas heavy parolees

Yo we played the speaker

And from a distance we could see these chains

The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two plains

Ashy hands yo, no need for rings at all

He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall

Looking flower, he just came home, he on like a fuck

Did a dime for holding up the gods up in the armored truck

Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip

He throwing up six plates plus he studied Matrix

He's a wally horse shout it out sweating through his valor

Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores

Sammy eagerly rode up on him, taxi off the turkey with the joint

On him

Flower look his man stood up before him

The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables

Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut

Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off

We nerd his wig worms, he hid behind Rich

See Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled

In the measured pool, pistol with Mase, and broke the handle

Desperate crawling to the door on all fours

Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"

Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashing

He laying like a gay models shouting out Sebastian

He smiled with his teeth missing begging for mercy

No more god, the 68 thousand down a pair of three

Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'

Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon

It's over, another story told

Lying with the snakes, tongue kissing cobras