Toney Sigel A.k.a. The Barrel Brothers Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood 

I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods 

Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots 

Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch 

The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August 

My shit is fresh cause I catch the hottest 

My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes 

Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' 

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift 

Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff 

My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th 

And we ball from plentys of parties cause we start shit 

Parole holes, six months in the box 

My little sister got her head shaved off 

She made it home for shop 

We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula 

Anything ya take cause the paper keep callin ya 

Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more 

We make it rain from the tech and the wop 

The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us 

To slow us up, they hit us with dusk 

Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs 

300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up 

They say that my projects should undergo therapy 

We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B. 

Guns imported from Dubra 

Wheel jazz and shit bags 

Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels 

Renaissance 

I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel 

I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies 

Cop killers with a box of dummies 

Dummies stuck to the project floors 

Niggas is suited up and be ready for war 

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It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face 

My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase 

My knife work like the guillotine sword 

Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something 

Empty out the whole clip and reload 

Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove 

Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit 

The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit 

I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime 

Just imagine what I do for a quarter 

Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar 

Pop a nigga right in front of his mama 

Son a nigga right in front of his daughter 

And I'm nothin like a father 

Couldn't come from these nuts I got 

To see Baltimore suck this cock 

I know most of y'all wouldn't understand 

Get it, understand 

Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't 

Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't 

You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga 

I'm a straight up take it type a nigga 

Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga 

I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags 

Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass 

Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim 

So I ain't feelin Bush overseas 

I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther 

So by any means is the anthem 

You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer 

I can't stop won't stop 

This how we do it from Philly to Chi... 

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