Buck 50 - Ghostface Killah

[Method]
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
*sniff* Lookin at your ice like GEEZ!
I'm plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy
You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie - if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nuttin nice in - New York
Stick you for your cake and your icing
That tough talk? Don't mean nuttin when you're up North
So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom
You know that saying - if you can't join 'em, beat 'em
and push your way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist up
Niggaz rentin slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"

[Ghostface]
Yo, yo
Starks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofays
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"

.. "There's no love to be found"

[Cappadonna]
Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
Post up like paint on walls
Drip jewels, big heat
ruffle inside the bubblegoose
It's the Odd Couple
Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island
playin with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads runnin (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin

[Redman]
Yo
The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk
Body you
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Title: Buck 50