Malcolm - Ghostface Killah

Lyrics by：Dennis Coles/V. Branch/A. Poree/J. Peters

Composed by：Dennis Coles/V. Branch/A. Poree/J. Peters

Hey yo

I'm like Malcolm

Out the window with the joint

Hoodied up blood in my eye

A lead to fly

Like f**k it look how these n***as duck s**t

One kid hollering what looking up he the big wig

Fake a*s cat low life sodomize mind

Beating n***as big bricks of

Bread selling mad dimes

His feet hurt networking he get no work

Yo smack him where his hand hurt f**k what he worth

Yo he sucked his thumb smooth

For the kid laced with the big guns

Stain to my baltimore n***as 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 a*s

Show hash behind up the block plus

He smashed her

Big bub did him something

Deadly act premeditated

Buck 60 strike was the medley

Nice like Van Halen seen him

At the tunnel with his skin peeling

Did two days thought he was jailing

You get close look at his hands

That's the same kid that cut

His wrists talking 'bout the cuffs did it

He ran away fronting majorly eyes like

Sammy Davis Jr

Rounded off with a fade he sport the

Bob hope classics

Ran down asics kmart the short sleeve

S**t be the basics

He eat hams shitted on himself twice big hatted

Jews

Rushed the n***a out in

Crown Heights

Yo let me show you how the game go

We getting rid of all the prostitutes

Tony wants the streets back fo sho

Too many hustlers too many thieves

We're f**king up who's willing to

Fight and teach the seeds

Too much TV guns and robberies

Lust and greed and hate the four devils jealousy

Yo I champunch

Mase in his face over some bulls**t

The other night they kidnapped

His brother poking it with knives

It's raining 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 n***as know me

From f**king with under theses

N***as 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

Looking flower he just came home he on

Like a f**k

Did a dime for holding up the Gods up

In the armored truck

Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip

He throwing up six plates plus he studied

Matrix

He's a wally horse shout it out

Sweating through his velour

Cock eyed n***a 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 b***hes hit the table

Jah king 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 wig worms 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 crawling 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 thrashing

He laying like a gay models shouting out Sebastian

He smiled with his teeth missing 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

Lying with the snakes tongue kissing cobras

We getting rid of all the prostitutes

Tony wants the streets back fo sho

Too many hustlers too many thieves

We're f**king up who's willing to fight

And teach the seeds

Too much TV guns and robberies

Lust and greed and hate the four devils jealousy