Gatz lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, come on duke, pass that sh*t, man (I just got this)
Come on man, what the f*ck you mean you just got it man?
You doggin' that sh*t, Ricky Steamboat ass muthaf*cka
Yo, lemme get that booze, pass me that booze, for him
Aiyo, Kay Slay, drop that sh*t, baby

[Verse 1: Shawn Wigs]
This ain't your biggest score, son, this is verbal war
Too much endurance, you never had a chance on tour
Watch me perform, I say some marvelous sh*t
I got the whole crowd screamin' like "Yeah, that's it"
I'm mack-a-docious, guerilla in the hood, when I wrote this
You know The Source gon' give me a few mics and quote this
No average white boy, my style's too ferocious
Puff trees on the block and I've slept with the toasters
Dug out Janet, jacked off on the posters
Sold explosives, bottle rockets by the grosses
First taste of big money, now I need double doses
Don't need no features, we got Ghost to host us
Theodore Unit, we the new Sammy Sosa's
Guns too big, they won't fit in the holsters
And we sittin' on top of the world, killin' ya'll roaches

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Staten Island got gats, the West got gats
The Jungle got gats, the Killah got gats
The New got gats, the Town got gats
n*ggas gon' bust back, come on, what
Medina got gats, Mecca got gats
P-Long got gats, The Desert got gats
Jersey got gats, n*ggas gon' bust gats
n*ggas gon' bust back, f*ck it, come on
[Verse 2: Solomon Childs]
A powerful imprint of crimes, Hall of Fame
Not only a killer, but a mastermind
From the Hall of Fame, screamin', who deliver the impact
To strike like the lights in the yard up north
(Get 'em) Music for them entrepreneurs
Who made it with the ki's of coke
All the way back to New York, New York
Fed magazine, they don't wanna come to my hood
They don't want the interview, lyrically able to pen a few
sh*t, It'd take a million of you, to hold me back
I'm learnin' how to live lavish, triple digits
I'm learnin' how to move past it (Get 'em)
I'm learnin' how to clean my ratchets
f*ckin' with the Theodore Unit, is drastic
Blizzies, half metal, half plastic

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Staten Island got gats, the West got gats
The Jungle got gats, the Killah got gats
The New got gats, the Town got gats
n*ggas gon' bust back, come on, what
Medina got gats, Mecca got gats
P-Long got gats, The Desert got gats
Jersey got gats, n*ggas gon' bust gats
n*ggas gon' bust back, f*ck it, come on