Letra de Pair of Hammers - Ghostface Killah

(Feat. Method Man)

Ayo

I said "ayo"!

Ayo, Ticallion, he at the rap N-double-ACP awards

Give us our fuckin' trophy

We takin' everything (Wu-Tang)

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day

I get you dusted like no respect for you

Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you

I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you

Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this?

Hittin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Pullin' on my hive

I let the Killa Beez Swarm in

The way I play the corner similar to Josh Norman

I could murk your doorman

I could make a movie, two killers and the chauffeur

Ear to ear, buck 50s have you smilin' like The Joker

From the lynchins and submissions, the llamas and the henchmen

Put these niggas on spin 'cause the machine, it had to rinse 'em

Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims (Uh)

My thumb's for countin' ones, but this middle is for your feelings

What the Blood Clot? I'm illin', pop stars not civilians

Sick of y'all, not to mention this shot's amoxicillin

Me and Ghostface kill em, all over faces written

Tell a bold-faced liar about face, and drill 'em, like

They Dean Cane, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutter flows

Then keep 'em on they toes just for kicks, like "what are those?"

Yeah, uh, and I'ma tell you this:

Me and Johnny Blaze'll skin you niggas like fish

It comes to murder, I insist

Operatin' tables quietly, they tried to stitch

This 'bout a bitch? (This 'bout a bitch?)

They cut the Mollies out her tits

Two-tone tassles, red Wally's with the grips

Sixteen minutes, told 'em press, we like the Saudis of this shit

And I was dead wrong, I fucked the body off this chick

Left her bones on the bed, her head was wobbly as a bitch

I tell her "La-Di-Da-Di" like I'm Rick

We jammin' in the party, Bob Marley with the spliff

Black Bugatti with the shift

Look at Johnny (Aah), I'm blazin', got an army, not a clique

Wu-Wear laundry, sometime it say Armani 'cause I'm rich (Rich)

Flow tsunami, I'm schemin' like a Saudi with a brick

Rappers envy, but claim it was a Ponzi when they slip

I get the thumbs up like Fonzy 'cause I'm lit ('Cause I'm lit)

New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day

I get you dusted like no respect for you

Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you

I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you

Ayo, you feel me? It's more and more niggas tryna kill me

Jewellery too heavy, diamonds too milky

The way I shoot the gift it's like my saliva is too silky

My mouth caught a body on camera, my tongue guilty

My mouth talk dirty with grammar, my tongue filthy

My arms come with armor, by baby momma's a milfy

And drama is the karma I get for somethin' that killed me (Yeah)

And still might, steal on a rapper because I'm still me

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