"Malcolm" lyrics - GHOSTFACE KILLAH

GHOSTFACE KILLAH

"Malcolm"

Ayo
I'm like Malcolm,, out the window with the joint
Hoodied up, blood in my eye, I let two fly
Like fuck it (2 gunshots), look how these niggas duck shit
One kid hollerin' "what!" lookin' up, he the big wig
Fake ass cat, low life, sodomized mind
Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread, sell them as dimes
His feet hurt, networkin' he get no work
Yo, smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth
Yo,he sucked his thumb, Slew footed kid, laced with the pink gums
Stuntin to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run
Plus he ill on the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man
Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front
Pigeon toed Tyler's sister with the fat ass
Show hash for Hines up the block plus he smashed her
Big Buck did him something deadly, act premeditated
Buck 60 strike was the medley
Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin
Did two days, thought he was jailin
You get close, look at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout "the cuffs did it"
He bantam weight, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis jr
Rounded off with a fade g, he sport the Bob Hope classics
Ran down Asics, K-mart, the short sleeve shit be the basics
He eat hams, shitted on himself twice, big hatted Jews
Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights

[Chorus:]
Yo let me tell you how the game go
We gettin rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back fo sho
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the seeds
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy

Yo I-Cham punched Mase in his face over some bullshit
The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives
It's rainin', 85 degrees kinda muggy
One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly
Yo we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me
From fuckin' wit Un and these niggas, heavy parolees
Yo we played the speaker
And from a distance we could see these chains
The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two planes
Ashy hands yo, no need for rings at all
He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall
Look at Flower, he just came home, he on like a fuck
Did a dime for holdin' up the guards up in the armored truck
Ten years later? son 280 on the weight tip
He throwin up six plates plus he studied Matrix
He's a wally horse, shout it out, sweatin through his valor
Cock-eyed nigga, back up his neck he had sores
Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxi off the turkey with the joint
On him
Flower look his man stood up before him
The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables
Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off
We noticed ring-worms, he hid behind Rich
C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled
In the measured pool, pistol with Mase, and broke the handle
Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours
Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin
He layin like a gay models shoutin out Sebastian
He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy
No more god, the 68 thousand down at pier 3
Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin
Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon
It's over, another story told
Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras