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Malcolm

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2016-12-24

  Malcolm - Ghostface Killah

  Ayo

  I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint

  Hoodied up blood in my eye a lead to fly

  Like fuck it look how these niggas duck shit

  One kid hollerin' what lookin' up he the big wig

  Fake ass cat low life sodomize mind

  Beatin' niggas big bricks of bread sellin' mad dimes

  His feet hurt networkin' he get no work

  Yo smack him where his hand hurt fuck what he worth

  Yo he sucked his thumb

  smooth for the kid laced with the big guns

  Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run

  Plus he ill in the drums heartburn for life calcium man

  Watch him grab the Tums he's a front

  Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass

  Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her

  Big bub did him somethin' deadly act premeditated

  Buck 60 strike was the medley

  Nice like Van Halen

  seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin'

  Did two days thought he was jailin'

  You get close look at his hands

  That's the same kid that cut his wrists

  talkin' bout the cuffs did it

  He ran away frontin' majorly eyes like Sammy Davis Jr

  Rounded off with a fade g he sport the Bob Hope classics

  Ran down Asics Kmart the short sleeve shit be the basics

  He eat hams shitted on himself twice big hatted Jews

  Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights

  Yo let me tell you how the game go

  We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes

  Tony wants the streets back fo sho

  Too many hustlers too many thieves

  We're fuckin' up who's willin' to fight and teach the Cs

  Too much TV guns and robberies

  Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy

  Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit

  The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin' it with knives

  It's rainin' 85 degrees kinda muggy

  One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly

  Yo we up in Jonesy's posin' all these niggas know me

  From fuckin' wit under these niggas heavy parolees

  Yo we played the speaker

  And from a distance we could see these chains

  The P slayed flat on his chest was two plains

  Ashy hands yo no need for rings at all

  He just cracked the V8 backed up leaned against the wall

  Lookin flower he just came home he on like a fuck

  Did a dime for holdin' up the Gods up in the armored truck

  Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip

  He throwin' up six plates plus he studied Matrix

  He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin' through his valor

  Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores

  Sammy eagerly rode up on him

  Taxi off the Turkey with the joint on him

  Flower look his man stood up before him

  The bitches hit the table Jah king he stripped off his cables

  Shots went off Sam'll get a chance to make his debut

  Flower grabbed tiff his man with the sideburns hat fell off

  We nerd his wigworms he hid behind rich

  See Allah hit the light switch young girls were trampled

  In the measured pool pistol with mase and broke the handle

  Desperate crawlin' to the door on all fours

  Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"

  Oh my goodness Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin'

  He layin' like a gay models shoutin' out Sebastian

  He smiled with his teeth missin' begging for mercy

  No more God the 68 thousand down a pair of three

  Out came the cannon whistled out zaggin'

  Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon

  It's over another story told

  Lyin' with the snakes tongue kissin' cobras

  Yo let me tell you how the game go

  We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes

  Tony wants the streets back fo sho

  Too many hustlers too many thieves

  We're fuckin' up who's willin' to fight and teach the Cs

  Too much TV guns and robberies

  Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy

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