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Snake Eyes
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Peter Rosenberg
Featuring(s) : Ghostface Killah, Crimeapple & Jim Jones
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[Ghostface] I used to tap dance all around a nigga ????? ?????? figure-four Two little niggas holdin' gold and stickin' liquor stores Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, motherf*cker pick a door! Cops pulled us over We laughed and ripped our summons Cruise on boats, stuff our hundreds in a gold vase ....??? tucked in between both legs ........ cigars while I'm buzzin off a gold plate Flying in a Swiss ounce?, bullet proof North Face ???????????? Wu Tang rituals Bricks being broken on a scale being shipped to you Hairy chest Bee Gees music, you could sniff it too Scatter and Fat Nose Larry, they can sniff Peru [Crimeapple] Designer shit only the official should listen to My pockets on chicken coup, got all my opps miserablе Popped up in the physical, two hundred hispanics Now wе wondering where his man where Start to stutter and panic All this butter on my hands I outta cover tha planet Rich homies hitting my line like: "You should come to the Hamptons!" I just be lampin' nigga Benz counting president faces But lately what I tend to see the most is Benjamin Franklin There's no dancing, ya'll retreating when we enter the function A grown man become a fetus like Benjamin Button Chickens love it, wanna rub my stomache, even sucks off dick I only bust three times during sex if I'm exhausted December you might see me in Colombia eating swordfish Summertime I got a fever, wrist and teeth frost ????? ?????????? I'm getting paper cuts Todo lo que ... ????? You gotta weigh it up You turn up stuffed then luggage in Lithuania I pop up blunted with Rosenberg at Wrestlemania [Jim Jones] Capo! Ask Rosenberg about our very first encounter He was talking slick shit, that could've been his worst encounter I was fresh out the kitchen, I was still weighin', workin' counters Trip of the wealth of the workin', I'll take you to the out of towners When Ghost was up in Harlem shooting Ice Cream for the butter peacans I was up in Harlem getting rid of them butter seed grams They catch a body for ten, cash two for an extra three gram By the power of grade school, the dust had 'em feelin' like He-Man When Barkley was at the line shooting up foul shots with a black eye I was really up in houses supplying the fiends with a crack car(?) There's five thousand ways that you could break down a crack pot Niggas either duck or get struck by these bullets when the mag fly Yeah we that fly Diplomats, I'm back by my gang You get attacked by ????? Harlem!
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