Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chinatown Wars, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 16.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chinatown Wars |
| War, we run these streets like a renegade |
| Get that gwop, til the rent is paid |
| Hunt my pray, in the calvacade |
| Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed |
| Aiyo, what up homey, it’s Toney, revenge is so sweet |
| And I move with artillery, roaming the streets |
| My guns is ginormous, bullets is heatseeking |
| Big brother got the eye on me, I watch how I’m speaking |
| And I move like a porn star in charm school |
| I stick everything I see, but I only take jewels |
| And Cash Rules, pills and that cocaine powder |
| I ain’t a man, I’m a Killah, obsessed with power |
| And revenge, I don’t need friends and shiesty activities |
| Move alone through the City that they call Liberty |
| And trust nobody but my bullets and my shotty |
| Carjack a fool twist his limbs like pilates |
| Ox' him, buck 50 stitch him, Chinatown Wars |
| I chop 'em up like rice in the kitchen |
| It’s a, bad decision, starting beef with the butcher |
| He ain’t a bleeder, I pop him son, your man is a gusher |
| Clap on, clap off |
| Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off or cough |
| Feel 'em, Metal Finger steel drum |
| Clean inside walk with him, talk shit to real scum |
| Of the earth, take it with a shovel, fool |
| Main character, super villain, lovable |
| And don a mask like a clown, of thorns |
| Blow your horn and get pounded out by the boring |
| (I take your order) let me get one wing |
| Any king that bring this sting for Chung King |
| No change, no stranger to gats |
| Took notice, what so strange is no cats |
| Dogs is wars, dud luck, draw straws |
| Fuck the boss, drowned on blood and duck sauce |
| Stuck the enemy, a wack deal caper |
| For racks of fake Fendi and stacks of real paper |
| Yo, it’s a manhunt, my mentality’s militia |
| If my four-fifth had lips, I’d make it French kiss ya |
| Cause no mission’s impossible, I carry my Wu-Tang sword |
| On my back, and attack all obstacles |
| Burnt down buildings, avenging my father’s death |
| A store for ransom, and snatch your crystal meth |
| I pillage, my warpath is unpredictable |
| Leave 'em dead on arrival, broke up or critical |
| War nine, frying swine to pork grinds |
| For trying to walk the fine line, thoughts flying |
| Had more fun with a crooked rookie |
| Went for his gun, cracked his skull like a fortune cookie |
| A mind reader, find out, speak, freaks bow |
| With the nine heater, beat feet and smile now |
| Ten paces, about face, chase me |
| We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80's |