, when niggas let out of town to set shot And get filthy rich, it's just not No more morals, no loyalty, no more community Queensbridge, we gotta have
up I got the hook-up, hook it up Just call it up, what you need Indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed But I got more then trees Wanna see what
chill, be cool, homie, grab a drink 'Cause you don't wanna play big bank take little bank We at The Palms where it ain't no drama Hugh Hef' thugged out wearin' Layzie pajamas House coat, pure silk
I took a vow, said this bum'll be Beau Brummel Now I'm smooth and snappy, now my tailor's happy I am the cats meow, my wardrobe is a wow Paris silk,
Breakfast at Mickey's, make up still on Elbows on the greasy table cloth One more coffee and one last cigarette Smiling at the rain 'cause you hold me
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens
You thrive on dancing in our laps Before the more familiar chaps And oh the curtain leads to fever We watched a womaniser cry And in the last sip you
'm a true Blue Player homeboy that's right O A K L A N D That's where I rain, top dog MC Too short, baby, on the microphone I work more tails, I don'
her hands and her knees 18 half black and half Vietnamese Looking like she taste better than Kola and milk With the dirty red complexion skin smoother than silk
is cool and all that But I like the real big cats See, a cat got a little more strength So they can take a little more length You gotta feed a kitty
ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse Doin 5 years over dope I didn't know about No more women, and no more shows Wish I was out on a furlough
Well I'm sick of potential I'm sick of vanity now I'm sticking to essential, reality now I don't know what's worse Try to make a silk purse Living an
rain. There's nothing that I want, nothin' that you need say. Just let me lie down a while and I'll be on my way. I was no more than a kid when you
passion Parties I'm crashin with a flashy type of action On stage, I kick outrageous And I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy Davis I'm more dramatic than _Dallas_ is More
make you rich" I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin' Had brains too, did more
baggage, more savage Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk
A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven men with shields of david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe
in moat Cocaine cookouts over portable stoves [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Watch how we milk 'em this year Ya'll niggaz straight soft, like silk in this