mad cuz ur team cant fuck wit us this yr - come up to nyc and start some shit - get ur teeth kicked in

at the end of the night all ull hear is this every time u play the rangers

aw shit...hoccey beef..

[Ghostface]

Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo..

Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine

slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma

He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat

Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope

Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes

Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot

Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"

Shirley fainted dead on the spot

Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot

Oh shit!

Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plate

Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man Gumby

Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama

one oh five point six llama

Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro Beanfield

Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes

Teletronics, DBX, one sixty X

Compression with the A and sharp press

Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla suckle

with jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin average

One taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes

from the fermenting hell halls of tragic

Oh yeah, motherfucker

It's real

Y'all niggas hold your guns

Throw your guns down, put 'em down

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Yo, we in the fields with heat

You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat

We street referees, we rock

Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks

Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs

But wait, roll cameras, babyface money blowin like beach nut

Call off the mutts, it's me again

Ghost, your host this evenin

(ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonite)