Yolanda's House

(альбом: The Big Doe Rehab - 2007)

[Ghostface Killah]
Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed
Still bugging earlier around four how I escaped the bust
The way I fell cracked the face of my watch
My mans chanting me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot"
Jetting through bushes and backyards, neighbors is ratting me out
Dogs is barking all you hear is the car's sirens
I'm trying to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me running funny, you think I'm lying
May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's pounding through my chest
Trying to focus up and make progress
That's what I get for slinging in them projects
Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chilling
Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling
Cooking me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking a dutch
I'm playing with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the last one, oh shit I hear the cops
Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
Jetting up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door
Like ooo I seen my man Meth going in raw
So he jumped up balls out, I hid in the closet
I'm dying laughing, he said "Yo Starks be quiet!"

[Method Man]
Now let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
Should've knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong
Busting in here on the government shit
Got this chick screaming grabbin the sheets trying to cover her tits
She's asthmatic and you laughing son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just running trying to grab the gun
Shit's real man, you spazzing dun
There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we family like Crack and Pun
But Mr. GFK, state your business after that be one
Now can it be that you hot lord?
You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for?
Can't believe you blowing the spot lord
My chick is bugging, she tripping
My dick keep slipping out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
Niggas is calling my horn, police is hitting every corner we on
Can't understand it, it's a thug thing
And in the moment of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon

[Raekwon]
I need my money Meth, gonna by them hundred birds
Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work
He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me
Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt
You still fucking shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolking my balls out
Her little brother wanted two bricks
You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty-six
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
He told me foul shit, wild shit
That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no that Steve Rifkind style shit
Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork
That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm