Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Milk 'Em, artist - Ghostface Killah.
Date of issue: 03.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Milk 'Em |
Yo, with this game come alotta hate, but there’s alotta snakes |
Niggas see the size of my dish, and wanna pick a plate |
Thinkin' I’mma fold under pressure, y’all wanna see me break |
Had these niggas skating on ice, doing a figure eight |
Twelve getting strong in the game, y’all can’t touch me |
I must be, made out of steel, y’all can’t crush me |
Watch how I paint this picture, into a mixture |
With symbolic words, when they merge they form a scripture |
Tone be that nigga, I belong in the ficture |
Very necessary that my robes is furry |
Picture me, in the King’s chair blowin' on bark |
Before queens holding toothbrushes, scrubbin' my Clarks |
Feedin' me grapes, give me style shakes, Frosted Flakes |
Flood the plate, twenty four karats that intake |
I’m all over the globe, like water in moat |
Cocaine cookouts over portable stoves |
Watch how we milk 'em this year |
Ya’ll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here |
My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years |
But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears |
Things is different, now time’s is changing |
So it’s a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in |
It’s more than entertainment, it’s hip hop |
The way that we walk, the way that we talk |
It’s our language |
Aiyo, now who you know is more liver than Trife? |
The piledriver improviser go to work on your body like exercisers |
My opening lines’ll open your mind |
Glock popper, clock stopper, leave you frozen in time |
Plus you never seen me rolling with shines, I’m barely seen |
Got bitches in all flavors, I call 'em my Dairy Queens |
Gettin' CREAM, that’s a daily routine, y’all niggas know me |
I’m the one and only, that’s word to Chef and Pretty Toney |
Make my debut on Bulletproof Wallets |
That’s when I come through |
Stay true, got nothing for free, I had to pay dues |
You feelin' like a frog then jump, you in the swamp with gators |
Nigga, we eat you tadpoles for lunch |
It’s not a hunch, it’s a sure fact |
Drunk nigga fall back, I’m tellin' you once |
Don’t get your fronts and your jaw cracked |
Theodore, we the new villains in here |
Starks Enterprise, we seeing 20 million this year |
Watch how we milk 'em this year |
Ya’ll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here |
My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years |
But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears |
Things is different, now time’s is changing |
So it’s a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in |
It’s more than entertainment, it’s hip hop |
The way that we walk, the way that we talk |
It’s our language |
In these war times, who’s the enemy? |
I’m something like Matt Damon |
And backin' in my Bourne Supremacy |
I was brought to bring forth the remedy |
Deadly ready or not, y’all people better steady the block |
Or keep the heat coming, steady or not |
Don’t want no trouble with Joe |
We’ll throw blows that empty out the whole bungaloo |
If y’all soldiers can handle my click |
Then walk forward and find the one that make you cease to exist |
You never heard me spit as lethal as this |
Flippin' ya brother man, on the other hand will empty a clip |
If I build, my life hangs in a myst, the balance we call this |
Dark and light, I know wrong from right |
But am I wrong if I live my animal appetite |
Have a feast in the middle of night, riddle me right |
And more righteous, must of all your might, you can’t bite this |
'Cause the man in your mirror is my likeness |
And know that act is right |
Watch how we milk 'em this year |
Ya’ll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here |
My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years |
But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears |
Things is different, now time’s is changing |
So it’s a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in |
It’s more than entertainment, it’s hip hop |
The way that we walk, the way that we talk |
It’s our language |