Fish Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

Hey yo, you know they're killers themselves 

Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die 

For them you know, guys that I fooled with 

Were killers themselves how you 

Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that 

These are the men who lead the crime 

Families of america, I control 26, 000 

Men except for dope, we operate in all aspects 

Of organized crime and if 

There's one thing i'm sure of, it's that 

Drugs destroy your mind and destroy 

Your home in the end it'll only lead our country into ruin 

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We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads 

The biochemical slang Lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend 

Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens 

Broke the slot machines out in queens, grey poupon is rebel on rap 

Smack on, swing like batons 

Most want niggas smoked like Hilshire farms 

Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap 

That attract bow legged bitches with wide horse gaps 

In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on duns 

You run heroins, primatine mist is afraid of my lungs 

Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel 

Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you 

Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit 

I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips 

Picture Afro, big shish, ka bobs and daishikis 

1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties 

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Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one 

'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion 

Destination be the cash when I step past one 

Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow 

Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin 

Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out 

But i'm equipped with mad white, Morris the rap got nine lives 

I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives 

And then I still never go down 

Until the last round I shine 

When Rza do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine 

Now, where I come from cats be carryin' marryin' drug money 

Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling 

Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit 

Plus quick to buy shit chef, yeah, you know the whole gods 

Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time 

Play it like Canadian wine, Rza's the rhyme now, the sacredness of 

One's true mind now let's get colorful like money green 

High roller coaster, sosa, million dollar nigger roaster 

Yeah, god, be havin' my whole steez laced 

Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots 

Aim glocks train style, figaro fly jewel 

Tri color cubans swervin we'll pow with germans in suburbans 

24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant 

Dons sendin' my sons membership forms 

They still gettin' this paper scraper 

Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin' like Lakers 

And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, rich Liberace 

Fetus style and block your goals like hockey