Laced Cheeba (feat. Ghostface, Sean Price, & Trife Diesel)

Your kung fu is good!

Your magic is good

That's why he waited!

My power had diminished

So he'll have to kill me

Yes, but...



Your kung fu is still good

If you practice again



Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers

4 shoguns that got fucked by geishas

Still gracious, still able to twist out darts

Just screw up your skin for swimming

With the sharks. Broken ankle

Fucking with the wallabee clarks

Got them bitches still screaming my name

"Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher

Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master

No more mixes - polar bears from Alaska

With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice

Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice

I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft

Playing niggas, I come through and season your broth

Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis

Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence

Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads

With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds



Everybody get paid

Everybody get laid

All these bitches dirty

Everybody got AIDS

Everybody get played

Everybody get sprayed

Everybody do what I say

Everybody my maid

P - crack-selling black felon

That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons

Some thugs - one gun, one slug

Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young Mugs"

Listen, it's Mandela, pa

I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard

I kill niggas with the birdy blick banger

My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber

"Lyrical miracle spiritual" rap dudes

Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues

P - call me the gatekeeper

Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba



She want a thug, not the lawyer-type

A golden boy employed to promote and write

Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight

I'm eating good, enjoying life

Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white

With no strings attached, pull this might

Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe

Peeling off like snakeskin

Watch the cobra bite

Overnight success story

Going jet for me, you rep ?

That's why your cassette's corny

Your money too short for long convo

You in the game hurting, tryna play

Rajon Rondo. Millionaire swag

Peep your boys ensemble

Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera

Whoever said the kite is a messenger

Cause I think like the man behind a register

Quick to pull the toaster out

Stomp, choke em out. We over here

Counting Bread, what you loaf about?



You finished already? Get up and fight

Hey, let's get some strength

Let him go til he outlive me

Let's say he killed my cult, let's go