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2009-07-21

Fish

Hey yo, you know they're killers themselves Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die For them you know, guys that I fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that These are the men who lead the crime Families of america, I control 26,000 Men except for dope, we operate in all aspects Of organized crime and if There's one thing i'm sure of, it's that Drugs destroy your mind and destroy Your home in the end it'll only lead our country into ruin We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads The biochemical slang Lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens Broke the slot machines out in queens, grey poupon is rebel on rap Smack on, swing like batons Most want niggas smoked like Hilshire farms Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap That attract bow legged bitches with wide horse gaps In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on duns You run heroins, primatine mist is afraid of my lungs Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips Picture Afro, big shish, ka bobs and daishikis 1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one 'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion Destination be the cash when I step past one Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out But i'm equipped with mad white, Morris the rap got nine lives I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives And then I still never go down Until the last round I shine When Rza do his thing motherf**ka, I'ma do mine Now, where I come from cats be carryin' marryin' drug money f**k up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit Plus quick to buy shit chef, yeah, you know the whole gods Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, Rza's the rhyme now, the sacredness of One's true mind now let's get colorful like money green High roller coaster, sosa, million dollar nigger roaster Yeah, god, be havin' my whole steez laced Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots Aim glocks train style, figaro fly jewel Tri color cubans swervin we'll pow with germans in suburbans 24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant Dons sendin' my sons membership forms They still gettin' this paper scraper Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be pa*sin' like Lakers And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, rich Liberace Fetus style and block your goals like hockey

Ironman

1996-10-29

Ironman
  1. Iron Maiden
  2. Wildflower
  3. The Faster Blade
  4. 260
  5. Assassination Day
  6. Poisonous Darts
  7. Winter Warz
  8. Box In Hand
  9. Fish
  10. Camay
  11. Daytona 500
  12. Motherless Child
  13. Black Jesus
  14. After The Smoke Is Clear
  15. All That I Got Is You
  16. The Soul Controller
  17. Marvel
  1. Ghostface Intro
  2. Run
  3. Pretty Tony
  4. It's Over
  5. The Watch
  6. One
  7. Mighty Healthy
  8. M.G.M.
  9. Verbal Intercourse
  10. Holla
  11. Ghostface Interlude #1
  12. Hollow Bone
  13. Silent
  14. Older Godz
  15. Impossible
  16. Be This Way
  17. Fish
  18. Biscuits
  19. Metal Lugies
  20. We Made It
  21. Nutmeg [Live on Radio][Version]
  22. Scary Hours
  23. DTD
  24. Ghostface Interlude #2
  25. Ashes out the Window
  26. Sun