Snake Eyes (feat. Ghostface Killah, Crimeapple & Jim Jones)

Yeah

Yeah, yo, yo

I used to tap dance all around a nigga jaw

Then watch Flair put Iron Sheik in a figure four

Two little niggas holdin' go and stickin' liquor stores

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

We comin' gunnin', don't grab her like Chao Son and we older

Cops pull us over, we laugh and rip the summons

Cruise on boats, stuff our hundreds in a gold vase

Found right beside Tut, in between both legs

Coca, royal cigars while I'm buzzin' off a dope play

Flyin' in the Swiss Alps, bulletproof North Face

Chefs that do jujitsu, Wu-Tang ritual

Bricks being broken on a scale bein' shipped to you

Hairy chest, Bee Gee music, you can sniff it too

Scatter and Fat Nose Larry, they can sniff Peru

Designer shit only the official should listen to

My pockets on a chicken coop, got all my opps miserable

Popped up in the physical, two hundred Hispanics

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

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

Rich homies hittin' my line like, "You should come to the Hamptons"

I just be lampin' in the Benz, countin' president faces

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

It's no dancin', y'all retreatin' 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 eatin' swordfish

Summertime, I got a fever, wrist and teeth frostbit

A mi ni me hablan de chavo, I'm gettin' paper cuts

Todo lo que yo tiro, pesado, you gotta weigh it up

You turn up stuffed in luggage in Lithuania

I pop up blunted with Rosenberg at WrestleMania

Capo

Ask Rosenberg about our very first encounter

He was talkin' slick shit, that could've been

His worst encounter (I caught that wave)

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 shootin' ice

Cream for the butter pecans (I remember that)

I was up in Harlem gettin' rid of them butter seed grams

They'll catch a body for ten, catch two for an extra three grand

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

When Barkley was at the line shootin'

A thousand shots with a black eye (Facts)

I was really up in housin' supplyin' the

Fiends with a crack high (What you need?)

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, uh (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Yeah, we that fly

Diplomats, I'm backed by

My gang, you get attacked by

Boy, when he pop, better act, ah, uh

Harlem