Knuckleheadz (feat. Ghostface Killah & U-God)

"Let me-, let me hold that"

"One for you, one for me

Two for you, one-two for me"

"What?"

"Three for you"

"Get, get, man, I'll smack-"

"Fuck is out here goin' on?"

"Smack fire out your fuckin ass

What the fuck you think this is, man?

Get the fuck up outta here, man"

"So, yo, matter of fact, matter of fact"

"Think my head is made out of fuckin' flyer"

"Shit aight, just-

This ain't even enough bread right here

This ain't enough"

"We gon' shoot right over there" (fuck that man, yo)

"And, yo, them niggaz got the big cream over there"

"Aight, let's get this cash smooth, nigga"

"So chill"

"Yo, Duke, spark up, light up the tropical, kid"

"Alright don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid"

"Just chill" (on the real, man)

"Let's go get this money fast, son

I know how we gotta do this kid" (aight)

"You scrunge-head motherfucker"

Yo, lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines

Pullin' nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes

They eyes closed, we gettin' loot

No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about

Guns go off and now a murder route, I'm out

My raps play the part like in Get Smart

Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin'

Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn

And rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F.

We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles

Havin' them poodles on the lockdown

Buyin' me Amarettos and chewables

Smackin' pharmaceutical

Rap niggas on dust and woos

Yo, I told you, some kill, robbed and fold

The goal's untold, fuck it it beats parole

So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow

Goddamn I got it sewn

And yo, what up wop-wop?

The suitcase high and we can talk

You can walk out the fuckin' building and get caught

Save the fully inflatable

Rap relatable, drug relatable

Niggas here to play with you

A hundred dollar Rottweiler spoil the spot sellers

Guns and Glocks for the niggas who got props

Off top, jail niggas get mad bigger

And, yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures

Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama

Comma, plus smoke real ass marijuana

Chef Maranzano, boats across the Verrazano

Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate

And get cream in the cuisine of Queens

I told you, money skated with the night beams, and two rings

Crazy fag, I'm gettin' ready to do this shit

Sniff mad shit, man

Niggas better not even step on my shit

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?

Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known

Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath

Here's his photograph

Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast

Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash

Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast

At full blast

Then skate to the gate further upstate

I heard they got crazy weight

Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks

Yo, look out for Jakes

Give it all it takes

Let's burn the place before we motivate

Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate

If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape

It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes

Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes

Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it

Hits without a trace

Never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface

Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth

The rap scar is on, rap parmesan

Poke on, put it on, seal it on, we're silicone

Spark it on your Talk-a-thon

This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms

Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone

Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones

Blowin' out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent

Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense

Be on your rap sword defense

These microphone professional, sensational

Fully operational, I got niggas here to play with you

You know the steez, you know my whole program

Brothers from the No-Lands

All we want is the Gs, guns and grams

Livin' fat like the Hoffa

Mafia, sippin', eatin' pastas

Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas

Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic

We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots

Slugs hit the Pelle, punch holes into the belly

Sucker tried to knock me out the box like Skelly

I smoke the weed dreams, I drop top to the breeze

Honey dip spendin' Gs on nails and hair weave

The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force

We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse

"Aight"

"Yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?"

"Fuck it, man"