9 Mm Lyrics - Hidden Darts (special Edition) - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck 

M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius. 

It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] 

[ODB] Straight Up.turn it up, the headphones, turn it up.yo you here me? 

[Cappadonna] Wutup Toney? 

[Ghostface] Wsup don' don'. 

[ODB] All the way up. 

[Ghost]You know how we do. 

[Cappa] Let's get this paper together. 

[Ghost]You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh. 

[Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga. 

[ODB]That's as far as it goes? 

[Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh 

[Cappa] W-T-C 

[RZA] Ghost-FACE! 

[Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out... 

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[Hook: Ghostface Killah] 

The burners in the stash, we about the cash 

We got females that got it like that 

The golden childs that bone the crowd 

See niggas in the place that bit my style 

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers 

Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... 

Cuz if I had a chance, to do it again 

I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up 

I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough 

Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out 

With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion 

Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond 

We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on 

Official Wu-Tang headbanger 

Flood your space with big waves like you didn't set an anchor 

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[Raekwon the Chef] 

Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part 

niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks 

Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose 

Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun 

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up 

We all throw down y'all broke niggas stay frontin' 

Lines come digital stupid, plus my team got 

'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' 

Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves 

Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude 

Know I'm with these cracks dude 

[ODB] Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt! 

Solid tone smith with 5th shots, lick shots 

Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots 

Brooklyn, Zoo, Zoo (Yo) 

Brooooklynnnnnnn... ZOO! (Yo!) 

[Cappadonna] 

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor 

Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma 

Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage 

My whole crew's fresh out the bars 

Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver 

Drop him off in the middle of fire 

Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland 

Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand 

[Method Man] 

I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners 

Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh) 

Staten's where the war is 

where the court system's running out of warrants 

Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus 

For real I can't call it 

you see I love Lucy cuz she Lawless 

Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is 

Snitch niggas swallow your tongue 

Already know the island I'm from 

And y'all don't want no problems with them 

[Genius/GZA] 

We got a history, full of lightning victories 

Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery 

Long vision, from giants in every way 

Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day 

From the East to the ville, from the West to the hills 

Incredible rhymes, encouraging skill 

From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous 

They hit 'em fast, with an effortless performance 

MCs start fleeing in flocks 

Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock 

[Inspektah Deck] 

We grindin', down to the bone 

My name grounded in stone 

I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome 

Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome 

Shining like a hundred thousand in stones 

Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 

1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows 

The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings 

Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens 

[Masta Killa] 

Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars 

Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost 

It's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke 

One toke brains float, shot to the throat 

Before the smoke hit, witness the killing 

On the crime scene 

Body on the block 

Eyes open from the shock 

Of being popped in the neck 

Yet he still had a lit cigarette between his fingertips 

Danger when you step into the chamber with the master 

Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I hafta 

[U-God] 

The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' 

Leave you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat 

The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff 

Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss 

Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard Theodore 

See it's pure, let iy rain curly ounces 

Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers 

You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast 

That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash (Dash.) 

[GUNSHOT]