Snake Eyes - Ghostface Killah, CrimeApple, Jim Jones

Yeah, yeah

Yo, yo

I used to tap dance all around a nigga jaw

Too much flair, put Iron Sheik in a figure-four

Two lil' niggas hold and go and stickin' liquor stores

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, motherfucker, pick a door

We come in gunnin', don’t grapple like Chael Sonnen

We hold, the cops pull us over, we laugh and rip the summons

Cruise on boats, stuff our hundreds in a gold vase

Found right beside, tucked in between both legs

Coca, royal cigars while I’m buzzin' off a gold plate

Flyin' in the Swiss Alps, bullet proof North Face

Chefs that do jiu-jitsu, Wu-Tang rituals

Bricks being broken on a scale being shipped to you

Hairy chest Bee Gee music, you could sniff it too

Scattr and Fat Nose Larry, they can sniff Peru

Dsigner shit only the official should listen to

My pockets on chicken coup, got all my opps miserable

Popped up in the physical, two hundred Hispanics

Now he wondering where his man went, start to stutter and panic

All this butter on my hands, I oughta cover the planet

Rich homies hitting my line like, «You should come to the Hamptons»

I just be lampin' in a Benz counting president faces

But lately, one I tend to see the most is Benjamin Franklin

There’s no dancing, y’all retreating when we enter the function

A grown man become a fetus like Benjamin Button

Chickens love it, wanna rub my stomach, even suck soft dick

I only bust three times during sex if I’m exhausted

December you might see me in Colombia eating swordfish

Summertime I got a fever, wrist and teeth frostbit

A mí ni me hablen de chavo', I’m getting paper cuts

Todo lo que yo estiro, pesao', you gotta weigh it up

You turn up stuffed then luggage in Lithuania

I pop up blunted with Rosenberg at WrestleMania

Capo, ask Rosenberg about our very first encounter

He was talking slick shit, that could’ve been his worst encounter

I was fresh out the kitchen, I was still weighin', workin' counters

Triple the worth of the work and I take it to the out of towners

When Ghost was up in Harlem shooting «Ice Cream» for the butter pecans

I was up in Harlem getting rid of them butter seed grams

They catch a body for ten, cash two for an extra three gram

By the power of Grayskull, the dust had 'em feelin' like He-Man

When Barkley was at the line shooting up foul shots with a black eye

I was really up in houses supplying the fiends with a crack high

There’s five thousand ways that you could break down a crack pot

Niggas either duck or get struck by these bullets when the MAC fly

Yeah, we that fly

Diplomats, I’m backed by

My gang, you get attacked by

Boy, when he up try to act— I— uh

Harlem