Ghostface Killah - Kilo (Remix) Lyrics

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[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]

Bricks Tar caps powder cooked up crack

Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks

Kingpins put in bullpens old connects get paro'

Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharaoh

Reason He was moving that peruvian white

Blowing coolies into hoopties slamming cuties and ice

Big heavy pots over hot stoves

Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order

A Kilo is a thousand grams

Beige gold brown dirty fluffy tan extract oil cut from cuban plants

The chemist is brolic pyrex scholars

Professors at war over raw killing partners for a million dollars

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[Ghostface Killah]

Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki'

I'd rather be the man behind the door supplying the streets

A hundred birds go out looking like textbooks

When they wrapped and stuffed

Four days later straight cash two million bucks

Strictly powder no cut

Your coke is vialed in whats up?

Y'all beefin over little shit we sniff the balance split up

In a plane or a penthouse office or a warehouse

Tony's got it nice we never heard of any big droughts

A Kilo is a thousand grams

A pile of sand is equivilant to the eye

It's nice to have a thousand fans

Coke buyers some be liars

Therefore you check for wires

Dedicated dealers during holidays we give 'em lighters

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[Hook: Ghostface Killah]

Red tops blue tops green tops yellow tops

Purple tops beige tops white tops grey tops

Black tops clear tops gold tops pink tops

Silver tops tan tops aqua tops orange tops

Salt tops long tops short tops 12 12's

58 58's weed bags ziplocks

Big rocks coke spots big glocks one OT's

Crumbs chopped hot pots one plate crack Spot

[Chorus]

[Malice]

Thirteen getting it pyrex whipping it

Like UPS pack it up shipping it

Whether base or sniffing it I got your fix

The story's foretold like apocalypse

It was me Michael T.T. handing out freebies

Taking over blocks telling niggas to be fee

Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street

Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat

We was 300 deep like the Persian soldiers

Word spread fast we was serving boulders

Ten crack commandments holy Moses

If you don't fit must equip icer toners

Never grip they holders fingers to the snitchers

The New York niggas be taking all our bitches

But we be God damned if taking all our business

Duct tape hard tops C.S.I. forensics

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