Fish lyrics

Artist  : Ghostface Killah 
Song : Fish



 Send "Fish" Ringtone to your Cell 

 "Fish"
(feat. Raekwon,
Cappadonna)

[Interlude]
(, You know they're killers
themselves,People die 
for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were
killers themselves

These are the men who lead the crime families of
America. I control 26,000 
men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects
of organized crime. And if 
there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs
destroy your mind. And destroy 
your home. In the end it'll only lead our country
into ruin).....

[GHOSTFACE KILLAH]

We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in
the dope fiend
Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey
Poupon is rebel on rap
Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas
smoked like Hilshire Farms
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the
tap
That attract bow-legged bit*hes with wide horse
gaps
In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my
lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off
the panel
Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed
you
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early
sixties

[CAPPADONNA]

Now check this one, you must have been stupid to
miss this one
'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion 
Destination be the cash when I step past one
Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo
flow
Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to
blow out
But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap
got nine lives
I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives 
and then I still never go down
Until the last round I shine, 
when RZA do his thing motherf**ka, I'ma do mine

[RAEKWON]

Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin'
drug money
f**k up your wife, get four to life, claim we
handling
Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the
fly shit
Plus quick to buy sh*t Chef, yeah, you know the
whole gods
Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash
rule big time
Play it like Canadian wine, RZA  's the rhyme
now, the sacredness of
one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money
green
High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger
roaster 
Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced  
now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel
Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans
in Suburbans
24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
They still gettin' this paper scraper
Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like
Lakers
And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
Fetus style and block your goals like hockey....