Milk Crates — текст песни (Ghostface Killah)

I`ve got the feeling.. I hear the sound

[Ghostface Killah]
Eh yo, I`m here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba
Run up in the large house and - throw out the Ruger
Some say I`m good - others pray - the want me to fall
Battle me - come one, come all - I leave ya jaw hangin`
New York City Slinger - Stark Nitty
I`m straight like a flat chester with some low titties
Plus my chain hangin` down to my dick
CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI
Black flicks - come on..
We fuck prostitutes - tie `em to the bed
Throw `em in the lasso - givin` me backstage hed
Picture me in Isreal sandles - Gucci open-toe
Book of Life - two on Camay - no H2O
Bandit - I`m like Moses - split the sea
Y`all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster
Move crowds like the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme..

*musical breakdown*

Up next..

[Ghostface Killah]
Walter in Dr. Jay`s - rock the Jay`s
Spot niggaz with K`s - son they feelin` your ways
It`s like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street
Walk under red light - sound went through Crown Heights
Even had `em on bikes - they was startin` fights
New Years had `em all drunk - lazy eye Milton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched Janet`s wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber Jim fuckin` old man Chef
But God shit`s real as a fuck
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night train lips
Beefin` with police - Grade-A inch knees
Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the `villes
Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill..
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs