Drummer Lyrics - Hidden Darts (special Edition) - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] 

I don't want the horns, blowing. 

I don't want the streets to play a melody... 

(yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop 

The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal) 

I don't want to hear the good time is coming. 

Don't want to hear the voices in back of me... 

(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm bout to go in) 

I'm not gonna hear it! I don't want the drummer. 

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[Ghostface Killah] 

Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you stepped on my corns and shit 

Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this? 

I seen you at the Grammy's with a triple Bar Mitz' 

Can I kick it? (Hell No!) 

That's why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow 

And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O 

She's a disgrace to signs, she f**k it up for Leos 

Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whole wide world 

Is you and you hardly even know it, know it, know it. 

[Streetlife] 

Watch me shock the world, move the masses like a landslide 

It's a literal stickup, everybody's (hands high) 

See the bigger, picture, I'm out for the grand prize 

I'm not a role player, senor, I'm the franchise 

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[Trife Da God] 

Aiyo, with Trife sweatin', every bullet is life threatenin' 

And you could get a chest full of slugs in a slight second 

Yo, my nine milli' pistol's really official 

So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Aiyo, it's Ghost with the sky blue kufi, smashin' groupies 

Leavin' them fiend out, like New Jack's Pookie 

Every line is like ninety nine dimes 

Shrine auditorium rap, aquarium's in my wall in the back 

[Method Man] 

Now that you know my name, niggaz know my game 

If you feel me, then you know my pain 

I seen you rap dudes done stole my slang, try'nna hold my fame 

Ain't even strong enough to hold my thang 

Wanna flow, f**k with me though, baby, I'mma try'nna see dough 

My squad got them caught in the yard screamin' for C.O 

Every time we blow, it raise the prize on the padrico 

Ya'll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq shootin' a free throw 

[Trife Da God] 

Spark the fluid, hop out and park the Buick 

I got fiends blowin' CREAM like Martha Stewart 

We on that up north jail shit, harder than steel chips 

Ya'll niggaz better bail quick, before you inhale clips 

[Streetlife] 

Ya'll better get low, before I let the Tec blow 

Streetlife, I'mma try'nna get more dollars than Kreftlo 

The whole hood echoes, every time my nine let go 

Get out of line or steal your life like a klepto 

[Ghostface Killah] 

When Biggie died, they came out with Biggie fries 

Big biscuits got me over, in the streets wide 

Prada gloves, layin' for thugs, prayin' 

Drop a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap patient 

[Method Man] 

I'mma leave the shit this summer in that H2 Hummer now 

Mami gotta call your bean ass ay caramba, now 

Eh boy el loco, oh no, I ain't Yoko 

My hoes, I keep 'em lookin' good, right, but no dough 

[Outro: sample] 

I don't want no horns blowing. 

I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer. 

I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer.