Metal Lungies Lyrics - The Pretty Toney Album - Ghostface Killah

World premiere, world premiere 

What these clown niggaz hollerin'? 

What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore 

Put the ball down, we can't score" 

They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads 

You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch 

Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck 

Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now 

See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown 

Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds 

My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy 

Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies 

Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see 

Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies? 

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See, y'all should've listened to her 

She knew her son had a big mouth 

An' someday, death would occur 

Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her seeds 

Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave 

Uh, oh, word up, this still 

What you talkin' 'bout, baby? 

Real kids spit that shit 

Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah 

Me an' Starks clear projects parks 

With our '93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks 

Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me 

An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky 

I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky 

I remember faces easy as I tie my laces 

Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces 

I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey 

My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey 

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I got heavy chrome, niggaz don't care if you live or die 

They happier than Marbury home 

Y'all niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me 

Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet 

The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet 

This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore 

It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like 

Uh, oh, word up, this still 

What you talkin' 'bout, baby? 

Real kids spit that shit 

Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface 

I don't sell millions but I get millions 

From the fiends that smoke base 

Somebody leavin' out with a poked face 

Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out 

I can swear I won't get you no case 

I'ma make it look like you smoke base 

An' we don't leave no trace 

These rap niggaz swear that they so safe 

I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate 

My guns be in my hand, one in my palm 

An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face 

With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer 

Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit 

Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip 

Tell them rap niggaz to suck my dick 

Fuck the industry of [Incomprehensible] 

Shut down the store, bust my shit 

I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks 

An' some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what? 

Uh, oh, word up, this still 

What you talkin' 'bout, baby? 

Real kids spit that shit