Testo di Kunta Fly Shit

[Ghostface Killah] Yo Lord did you peep that That nigga pussy, that's why I'm gon' eat that Live and direct, five Tec's, med hat Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga coz he UFO Patiently press upon him Ask him, "who you know? where you from? What's up Duke?" Watch how you pop ya gum Empty ya pockets'fore the cops come When I bus take off past the light that ass better Run An' don't look back (no), hide if you have to Dollar vans, just Run into boats if he have to Even got a .38, don't give me no hastle When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice So Run little doggy, wolves is comin' Tell him London, he get done in Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion