Starkology Lyrics - Apollo Kids - Ghostface Killah

o... yo 

Y'all respect my tour bus 

We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us! 

Wildin, bustin big bags of Ruffles 

Show money, rubber band'd up in the duffle 

With dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores 

Boostin niggaz that pop tags in the mall 

True spot hoggers, used a few stockings 

Niggaz hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin 

I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify 

the way a gruesome murder been televised? 

Stupid! My name still ring in the streets though 

Eighty-six, used to slip crack through the peephole 

Biscuit like vaseline if I was a crook 

In rap I'm past the cream, brand more lean 

If you niggaz complain of sore throats 

Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got scratched 

They suckin on Halls yo 

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Yeah, yo 

Yo this verse is like leavin the gas on 

Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on 

By any means, a cheddar king 

Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green 

Word to my mother I air y'all niggaz out 

Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth 

("Shout, shout, I'm talking to you, c'mon!") 

Go 'head and try me, you know you a bird 

You could be on (Gangland) wit'cha face all blurred 

Skull deaded up slumped over the curb 

Just watch next time how you write your words 

Leave you hangin like your last name 

Or a old man's nuts that sag with no shame 

Payback's a bitch; yeah I smash y'all berries 

'fore they find you dead in your (Little House on the Prairie) 

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Yo, I can do this on crutches black with no legs 

Both arms in a sling, push me on stage 

Style still linger in the air like Glade 

Girls my early 20's I used to run trains 

Chill I got next, go behind Dirt 

Sometimes I had to chill instead get neck 

Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh 

'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef 

Blowed y'all cream never throw dollar bills up 

You know we window baggin that krillz up 

Fingertips hurt puttin that work in 

Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens 

New rappers need to skip town 

This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around 

Icon tellin y'all now 

Be out before dawn 'fore shit get wild!