Kilo Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

(Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face 

My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) 

Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? 

Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk? 

The stark... enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit? 

.I need some pussy though I'm ready for a catwoman or something 

f-fuck it, lets go! 

Aiyyo shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box 

of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! 

Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit.Thank You 

I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) 

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All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure 

(Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) 

A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember 

(You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) 

All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure 

(Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) 

A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember 

(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman) 

Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack 

Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks 

Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' 

Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharoah 

Reason, He was moving that peruvian white 

blowing coolies into hoopties, slamming cuties and ice 

big heavy pots over hot stoves 

Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order 

A Kilo is a thousand grams 

Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants 

The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars 

Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars 

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Yeah 

Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white 

Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right 

some call it bricks, some call it birds 

how many niggaz get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb 

You would go to jail 

get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to fail 

Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales 

They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered 

most niggaz get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers 

Kilos is one thousand grams 

You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo 

Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer 

you get caught with an ounce and its over 

matter 'fact they takin you down, son 

Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' 

I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets 

A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks 

when they wrapped and stuffed 

four days later straight cash, two million bucks 

strictly powder, no cut 

your coke is vialed in, whats up? 

Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up 

In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse 

Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts 

A Kilo is a thousand grams 

A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye 

It's nice to have a thousand fans 

Coke buyers, some be liars 

therefore, you check for wires 

dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters 

Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops 

Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops 

Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops 

Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops 

Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's 

58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks 

Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one OT's 

Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot