Paroles Pair of hammers Ghostface Killah

Pair of hammers

Ayo
I said ayo
Ayo, Tical, these the rap Double ACP awards
Give us our fuckin' trophy
We're taking everything
Wu-Tang

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables
Training Day
I'll get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot
Even yo' mama won't stand next to you

Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this
Hitting me at 5:46 in the morning?
Pulling on my hive, I'll let the Killa Bees swarm in
The way I play the corner's similar to Josh Norman
I convert the dormant
I could make a movie, two killers in the sofa
Ear to ear, buck-fifty, have you smiling like the Joker
From the lynches and submissions
The llamas and the henchmen
Put these niggas on spin 'cause the machine it had to rinse 'em

Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims
My thumb's for counting ones, but this middle is for your feelings
What the blood clot, I'm illin', pop stars, not civilians
Sick of y'all, not to mention, these shots Amoxicillin
Me and Ghostface kill 'em, all over faces written
Tell a boldface liar about face and drill 'em
Like they Dean Cain, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutta flow
To keep 'em on they toes just for kicks like, "What are those?"

And I'ma tell you this
Me and Johnny Blaze'll skin you niggas like fish
It comes to murder, I assist
Operating tables quietly, they tried to stitch
This 'bout a bitch (This 'bout a bitch)
Then cut the mollys out her tits
Two-tone tassels, red Wally's with the grips
60 Minutes, told her press, we like the Saudis of this shit
And I was dead wrong, I fucked a body off this shit
Left her bones on the bed, her head was wobbly as a bitch

I tell her La-Di-Da-Di like I'm Rick
We jammin' in the party, Bob Marley with the spliff
Black Bugatti with the shift
Look at Johnny, I'm Blazing, got an army, not a clique
Wu-Wear laundry, sometime it say Armani 'cause I'm rich
Flow tsunami, I'm scheming like a Saudi with a brick
Rappers indie, but claim it was a Ponzi when they slip
I get the thumbs up like Fonzie 'cause I'm lit
New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables
Training Day
I'll get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot
Even yo' mama won't stand next to you

Ayo, you feel me
There's more and more niggas tryna kill me
Jewelry too heavy
Diamonds too milky
The way I shoot the gift, it's like my slide is too silky
My mouth caught a body on cam but my tongue guilty
My mouth talk dirty with Grandma, my tongue filthy
My arms come with armor, my baby momma's a MILFY
And drama is the karma I get for something that killed me
And still might steal on a rapper because I'm still me