Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch 'Em Holla, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Ghost Files - Bronze Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra, X-Ray
Song language: English
Watch 'Em Holla |
I’ve been a lot of places |
The very best of everything |
Ayo, let these niggas know how I pop off, B |
I’ve been a lot of places |
Word up, man |
Then take my card, my nigga (Yeah) |
The very best of everything |
Say yo |
He was a serpent, too many foul moves was made |
No love amongst the wicked, gotta get his head severed |
I caught him in Miami, I was heavily armed |
Blew a OZ of that blue dream, I’m ready and calm |
Fiendin' just to do him dirty, already got the plan mapped out |
Snatched him up and headed back to the hideout |
Welcome, here’s some exercise torture |
This is everyday work, ice gold grillz with no smirks |
Seen him frontin' with some skeezers |
Actin' like he’s a boss with no rank, pussy posin' as a leader |
Had a bitch with me from the Island |
A true man-eater slash diva, dark skinned Geneva |
I sent her over, told her 'persuade 'em, walked him outside |
Tossed him in the truck and then we slide |
Got to the house, tied him up, plastic on the carpet |
Tub full of piranhas, I threw him in and watched him holla |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) (Yeah) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) (Yo) |
Cause hell on your receptionist, foreigner’s pharmacist |
You’re all in my face, who wanna put a scar in it |
Scarface, big tour bus with the bar in it |
Jets with the escalator, steps with your moms in it |
Electric stove, she holdin' my gold medal |
Hairy chest, don’t mistake me for Burt Reynolds |
This is baller alert, confetti fallin' |
I look taller with works, spit bars that stayed lodged in the earth |
Keep my gun cryin', I don’t mean Clark’s |
When I say, yo, there’s «so many dyin'» |
Starks, second to last nigga on «Triumph» |
Rob me, I’m comin' with bands, no lyin' |
Step outside with that Michael aura |
Me and my team jumpin' off yachts in Bora Bora |
Hennessey Privilège, Tito’s, goose water |
Motion picture, screens crack when they record us |
It’s the same old bullshit, y’all respect ignorance |
Niggas, I’ll split ya fucking head with the quickness |
Show and prove intelligence, back about my business |
As far back as I can remember, it’s been gangsta |
Old Earth had to hustle hard to make it better |
Kept a nickel plated .32 behind the dresser |
Showed me where she kept it in case of any pressure |
Friends all fresher, tired of havin' lesser |
Workin' wasn’t working, forty hours overtime, pockets still hurtin' |
Big decision makin', knew a few Jamaicans |
Brung me in, showed me how to win |
Camoflage blend, watch for the shark fin |
I was at the cypher circlin' the serpent |
10% sellin' you a dream, fiends coming to cop |
I won’t stop 'til it’s got, getting there |
I won’t stop 'til this cop getting it |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) |
When I see that guppy, I’ma give him the business |
We all know he be talking to the witness |
Smell the foulness, he a traitor and all that |
He all out of a space, put him in his place |
I can’t give him the raise, I can see the Devil in his face |
I’m in the hood comin' down the fire escape |
A lot of cats can’t see me, I’m the great ape |
Machine gun in my hand, headed down the fire escape |
Yo, Rae, if they dilate give, 'em a seda-date |
'Cause tomorrow, I’ma be movin' to Cali |
Gold teeth nigga, bring back Ballys |
I’m out here pumpin' these motherfuckin' raps |
Yo, Eighty, show these niggas what we do to the wax |
Hip-hop, nigga, don’t make me come out of my Starter hat |
Blow all these fake niggas off the face of the map |
And then I’ma hit cyclical up, call it the cartel |
Doing hot shit, goin' through hell |
Police popped my homie, now it’s time to rebel |
Real niggas, no matter what, don’t tell |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) |
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) |