Blue Armor Lyrics - More Fish - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 

Uh-huh 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military 

Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day 

Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word 

I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head 

Get your top rocked, way across state 

The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight 

Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake 

When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake 

I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape 

And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates 

Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks 

Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes 

Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way 

Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she 

Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla 

Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though" 

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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] 

Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) 

Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! 

[Sheek Louch] 

Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat 

The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat 

I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars 

Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours 

I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates 

I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late 

I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed 

It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed 

Forgetting bail, piss test failed 

Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us 

I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? 

I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets 

Like in Back to the Future, when the car left 

Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me 

Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me 

Het wet ya, and throw the stocking 

On his face, like when he first met cha 

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[Ghostface Killah] 

Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose 

I had my road dogs follow your troops 

Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew 

With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu 

Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school 

Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move 

Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot 

My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics 

Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags 

Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch 

Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat 

The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef 

From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers 

My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage 

I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers 

Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy