Flowers (feat. Raekwon, Method Man & Superb) - Ghostface Killah

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See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eating
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya
Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke
That's lbounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out
See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eating
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya
Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke
That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats
Or rich niggas with the same coke

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped
On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get
When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love
Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose
Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds
Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening?
Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking
Mashing, the latest fashion
Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins
All in together, together for worse or better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out

All magazines lay fly life we live
The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep
I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex
Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4)

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you
I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too
I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea
Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks
Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea
Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse
With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria
Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off
In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter
You lost two liters, at the same case speeder
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the hood, we call it double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a biter
I still catch her for a pizza

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst
So don't hate me, you better move over yeah!

You fucking idiots!
Wallets motherfucker!
All my shit is bulletproof
Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets
RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas
Y'all niggas ain't got a chance
See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eating
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya
Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke
That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats
Or rich niggas with the same coke

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped
On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get
When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love
Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose
Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds
Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening?
Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking
Mashing, the latest fashion
Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins
All in together, together for worse or better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out

All magazines lay fly life we live
The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep
I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex
Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4)

Rb]
You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst
So don't hate me, you better move over yeah!

You fucking idiots!
Wallets motherfucker!
All my shit is bulletproof
Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets
RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas
Y'all niggas ain't got a chance
See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eating
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya
Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke
That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats
Or rich niggas with the same coke

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped
On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get
When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love
Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose
Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds
Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening?
Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking
Mashing, the latest fashion
Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins
All in together, together for worse or better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out

All magazines lay fly life we live
The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep
I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex
Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4)

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you
I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too
I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea
Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks
Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea
Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse
With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria
Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off
In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter
You lost two liters, at the same case speeder
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the hood, we call it double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a biter
I still catch her for a pizza

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst
So don't hate me, you better move over yeah!

You fucking idiots!
Wallets motherfucker!
All my shit is bulletproof
Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets
RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas
Y'all niggas ain't got a chance
See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eating
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya
Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke
That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats
Or rich niggas with the same coke

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped
On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get
When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love
Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose
Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds
Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening?
Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking
Mashing, the latest fashion
Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins
All in together, together for worse or better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out

All magazines lay fly life we live
The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep
I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex
Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4)

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you
I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too
I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eating
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya
Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke
That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats
Or rich niggas with the same coke

You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped
On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get
When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love
Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose
Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds
Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening?
Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking
Mashing, the latest fashion
Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins
All in together, together for worse or better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out

All magazines lay fly life we live
The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep
I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex
Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set

I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4)

And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you
I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too
I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a paintbrush too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea
Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks
Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea
Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse
With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria
Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off
In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter
You lost two liters, at the same case speeder
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter
Two murders in the hood, we call it double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers
And your girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a biter
I still catch her for a pizza

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst
So don't hate me, you better move over yeah!

You fucking idiots!
Wallets motherfucker!
All my shit is bulletproof
Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets
RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas
Y'all niggas ain't got a chance

You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst
So don't hate me, you better move over yeah!

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Dennis Coles (born May 9, 1970), better known by his stage name Ghostface Killah, is an American rapper and member of the Wu-Tang Clan. After the group achieved breakthrough success with their 1993 debut, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) , the members went on to pursue solo careers to varying levels of success. Ghostface Killah debuted his solo-career in 1996 with Ironman, which was well received by music critics. He would continue his career, creating additional award-winning albums over the following years such as Supreme Clientele, Fishscale, More Fish, and The Big Doe Rehab.

Ghostface Killah is critically acclaimed for his loud, fast-paced flow, and his stream-of-consciousness narratives containing cryptic slang and non-sequiturs.

Ghostface Killah was raised in the Stapleton housing projects in Staten Island, New York. In his autobiographical song "All That I Got Is You", Ghost tells the story of his childhood. He raps about how he grew up in a three bedroom apartment without his father, who left him at the age of six. Apparently, his mother had nine children.

His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing.
He was also a close friend of the three founding members of Wu-tang clan Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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