Buckingham Palace

(álbum: The Lost Tapes - 2018)

[Ghostface Killah:]
Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em all in bad moods
Stomping on shoes, I never lose
I don't give a fuck about how you feeling
Got the roof on fire, lace to the ceiling
Sexual healing, we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We bounce off of motors like West Coast hydraulics
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask and the wig and the fake dreadlocks
Bombaklat, box of ammo in the pocket
It's all for the gangstas, your eye's hanging out your socket

Watch how you talking to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fighting for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face
Watch how you talking to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fighting for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face

[38 Spesh & B.E.N.N.Y. The Butcher:]
Hey yo, I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They acting like they pops wasn't calling me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove pot linked to the side like I'm pouring tea
Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter ki'
In the corner, me and my dog regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm sending hits where your daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee

[Ghostface Killah:]
Watch how you talking to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fighting for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face
Watch how you talking to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fighting for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face

[KXNG CROOKED:]
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop!
Possibly I'm coming across as hostile, you could be double-crossed
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hanging out the left side
Blowing in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died
His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied
I went from roaches in the cereal to flowing the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
While bitches out here with a burning bush like the Moses miracle
Why the fuck would I touch a THOT with some gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia
Go look it up, you don't read books enough
That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, nigga
(I'm a G, nigga)