Pearl Harbor (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA and Sean Price)

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
 Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
 Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
 Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah)
 Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
 A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
 I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
 Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
 Yo, you ever been face-fucked with a four-fifth?
 Sweating, facial expression is stressing like: Oh shit
 That's the shit that I don't like
 Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write
 Fuckin' stupid ass rappers
 Acting out of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
 P, what it do, nigga?
 I fuck with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
 I don't weirdo with queer clothes
 I share flows, when it enter your earhole
 Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
 Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
 Nigga, when Sean write hard
 Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars
 Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time
 How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?
 Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
 Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
 Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
 Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah)
 Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
 A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
 I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
 Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
 Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth
 That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse
 This murder in the first
 Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse
 I put everythang on it, that's The works
 I'm in it for the perks
 'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst
 And how they kill your image with a verse
 A hater get it worse
 I'm telling every member of your church
 They gon' have to put your image on a shirt
 'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'
 That's everybody, I mean anybody
 I might leave somebody bleedin'
 Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby
 Shotty pop ya like a molly, probably leave you hardly breathin'
 Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army
 Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
 I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
 You can catch me in the party near the speaker not speakin'
 Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
 Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
 Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
 Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah)
 Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
 A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
 I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
 Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
 Pass any test of litmus, workout at 24-Hour Fitness
 On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus
 My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho broad for my mistress
 Life is good, live every day like it is Christmas
 Happy New Year, I do what the fuck I wanna do here, nigga
 Splash the handcrafted Gucci from the shirt to the shoe wear
 I crush the rings out, wife-beater tee with no wings out
 I got stamina, I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out
 Lalalala, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga
 Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala
 Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars
 Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla
 Power rings like the Green Lantern, last seen in a mean Phantom
 In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton
 Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten
 Saw a redbone in my shower just looking like Paula Patton
 Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
 Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
 Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
 Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology (Yeah)
 Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
 A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
 I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
 Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
 Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
 Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
 Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
 Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gun-ecology
 Shoot your old lady in her privacy
 A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
 I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies
 Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
 Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles