260 Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right 

I got to take him off of here 

Cause there's only one, and that's me 

You understand? for all that fighting, you understand 

That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me 

And I know he can't whoop me, i... 

Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump 

You understand? 

Let me get mines first 

Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... 

[ghostface] 

Yeah, scandalous 

Yeah miraculous, the arsonists 

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Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260 

2l, I heard they had o's for sale 

I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip 

Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate 

Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem 

Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him 

Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god 

He go with tim, the one who called lover of god 

While equality sell, I know the master law now 

It's time to get the God jewel and blow like mines 

But on the iow I heard he got born original sin 

Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac 

We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread 

U.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo 

Knock on daddy-o's door get the scope 

He's not home, he took ishmael to park slope 

There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff 

That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums 

Peace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda 

She drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda 

I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then 

Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth 

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She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God forbid 

She say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids? 

[raekwon] 

Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino 

Son better have more coke than al pacino 

Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half 

And tymeek bought her a aircraft 

But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow 

When we get back, throw you a bit out 

Later that night, stay mesmerized yo 

Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot 

You ready, you got the e&j and the machete? 

We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty 

We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists 

Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this 

Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical 

Natural, f**kin a white bitch, actual 

Fiends chanting, "do your thing chef, handle it" 

I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn 

Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin 

Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized 

And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, f**k it 

Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby 

Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin 

Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin 

Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin 

(yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin 

Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back 

Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at) 

Come here valerie, you know the God he need a salary 

Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery 

It's in the kitchen in the ceiling 

(baby girl kept squealing 

Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand 

Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo? 

Yo chef, where that shit? what? what? aiyyo...)