Songtext Iron maiden Ghostface Killah

Iron maiden

Intro: [from the motion picture fresh]

[what you doin on our turf, punk?
Got a message for smokey.
Give it.
You smokey, man?
Give it!
If you aint smokey, it aint yo motherfuckin message
Motherfucker, I said gimme the message!
Its from willie, in the slam.
Nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man picked me up.
Well, I aint got no fuckin time to play witchu! now gimme the message.
Willies in warwick, doin 1-3. told me to tell yall motherfuckers to
Keep cool. he be out one way or another. quick. maybe I could stick
Around for awhile.
Naw, thats out, man. you know? what can we, the lords, do with a punk like
You?
Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (burn em) just me and you, motherfucker, just
Me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin eye!]

[portrayin, wont be payin. uh huh, uh huh]
[yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this wally champ cat. yeah, its on this one]

Raekwon:

Yo, gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give em theirs

Chorus: raekwon

Sit back jollyin
My team be gamin like three card rolly an
Drug somalians pollyin

Verse one: raekwon

Many raps they crochetin
Ay yo iron, these niggas portrayin
But havent been payin
For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
Throw a blade, fuck gettin laid
Guzzle this shit like gatorade
Big-dick wallies have never half-suede
Connectin with the hot style is done
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin this century kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the caribbean
Skiin off by p.m.
Snatch canadian cream with scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two arabians
The greatest lesson is dont owe, you might get stole on
When I go bury me wit valow on

[they come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. then after i
Get mines, yall can do what yall wanna do. fuck em up bad]

Verse two: ghostface

sho nuff, hit the bank and thrust
Cool nauticas jamie summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hittin white-label, left the winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin, walked in, my earth started kneelin
Started stealin, Im too ill, see were bellin at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael bolton magazine call, Im too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck benadryl
The violin in knowledge god sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watchll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me and my girlll run like luke and laura
We sit back on malayan islands
Sippin mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin

(break) raekwon:

Sit back jollyin, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, sit back jollyin
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

(chorus) x 2

Sit back

Verse three: cappadonna

Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin, park hill profilin
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while youre smilin
For violatin my position,
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, itd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
cause Im p-l-o t-k-o every day
Dancehall general, party fanatic colonel
Cappadonna sona old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin with the new set of rule of hard rappin
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin
When I bow, all praises due to staten isle
I spark the mic and shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin, I have a by myself meetin
Thinkin whos gonna be the next to catch a beatin
From my mental slangin, bitchin rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, thats what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards

[the way i, the way I wanna get em. I want em gotten. I want em layin
Out. I want em gotten. cause niggas need to be gotten. he need to be
Taken off of here. thats right.]