260 lyrics

Artist  : Ghostface Killah 
Song : 260



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 Cat I got to take him off of here, that’s right
I got to take him off of here
Cause there’s only one, and that’s me
You understand?  for all that fighting, you
understand
That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can
whoop me
And I know he can’t whoop me, i...
Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump
You understand? 
Let me get mines first
Then after I get mines, you can do what you want
to do...

[ghostface]
Yeah, scandalous
Yeah miraculous, the arsonists

Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260
2l, I heard they had o’s for sale
I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy
whip
Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great
plate
Where’s the cat from, think he’s from new
jerusalem
Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was
usin him
Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god
He go with tim, the one who called lover of god
While equality sell, I know the master law now
It’s time to get the God jewel and blow like
mines
But on the iow I heard he got born original sin
Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up
his ac
We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our
bread
U.f.o.’s movin in with bigger plans than fed,
yo
Knock on daddy-o’s door get the scope
He’s not home, he took ishmael to park slope
There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of
that stuff
That get you crashed out had you laid out like
bums
Peace keana, what’s up with your girlfriend
wanda
She drive a green honda, with legs like jane
fonda
I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark
then
Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth
She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface God
forbid
She say, peace to w, who’s watchin the kids? 

[raekwon]
Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino
Son better have more coke than al pacino
Keana ain’t tellin no lies, last year she did a
sting and a half
And tymeek bought her a aircraft
But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the
shotties nidow
When we get back, throw you a bit out
Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of
marriot
You ready, you got the e&j and the machete? 
We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty
We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, I handle this
Kick in the crib, the whole sh*t looked
graphical
Natural, f**kin a white bit*h, actual
Fiends chanting, "do your thing chef, handle
it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit
carolyn
Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin
Surprise we comin and their eyes were
tranquilized
And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his
nugget, f**k it
Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin
Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin
Where the blow at, I ain’t got shit, stop
frontin
(yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth,
money’ll start stuntin
Bit*h, show that bit, before I push your wig
back
Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper
at)
Come here valerie, you know the God he need a
salary
Put down the pipe here’s two tickets to a coke
gallery
It’s in the kitchen in the ceiling
(baby girl kept squealing
Only found a white block of cheese from new
zealand
Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that sh*t at yo? 
Yo chef, where that shit?  what?  what? 
aiyyo...)