Street Chemistry Lyrics
| Song | Street Chemistry |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | bulletproof wallets featuring raekwon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles | |
| Uh-huh.. yeah.. | |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo big wearhousin shit | |
| Cristal bottles, Agent 88 with the gold wrapper | |
| Coat rack is no good with the dope classics | |
| Master fantastic trips and we **** crackers | |
| Bark on bitches, spark out sisters dart for dart | |
| Diamond heart, slammin El Dorado with the Benz parts | |
| Yo Pah mark my words | |
| The brand new album in stores now, murderin 'em! | |
| Murderin the higher learnin, as of now I turn myself in | |
| Retire, give my babies my entire earnings | |
| [Prodical Sunn] | |
| State my name, on this Ghost track the grand classic graphic massive | |
| Move with the real groove with the still active | |
| Stay 'nique, play for keep, bubble under heat | |
| Champagne spillin, Big Willin, dealin in these streets | |
| Sex on the Beach, Sex and the City, slum gritty | |
| Suck milk from the titties, ain't nuttin pretty | |
| See it in your eyes, see it in your face, son you pussy | |
| Step out of line one time get left mushy | |
| Champion never run never ran never will | |
| Bed-Stuy, East New York, Crown Heights, Brownsville | |
| [Trife] | |
| Yo, don't get pumped up, cause over here you'll get lumped up | |
| Badly bruised with your shit leakin all ****ed up | |
| I tell you what (what) we can settle the score | |
| My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw | |
| My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep | |
| Run through your town, vacate the area | |
| When shit start happenin, y'all'll start scatterin | |
| Skatin across the bridges in the, county of Madison | |
| I'm down for the get down, cause y'all ain't gon' spit rounds | |
| Niggaz be on the first thing smokin, tryin to skip down | |
| Your door kicked down, red dot the lead pop | |
| Hit the jackpot, in his shoebox, found the bread spot | |
| [Ghostface] | |
| The Al-Dog is Cristal, you critters got issues | |
| I play dumb while I dump my ashes out the windows | |
| like I never heard the info, Ghost you so glamorous | |
| Word on the set is that I **** up all cameras! {*echoes*} |
| zuo ci : Coles | |
| Uhhuh.. yeah.. | |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo big wearhousin shit | |
| Cristal bottles, Agent 88 with the gold wrapper | |
| Coat rack is no good with the dope classics | |
| Master fantastic trips and we crackers | |
| Bark on bitches, spark out sisters dart for dart | |
| Diamond heart, slammin El Dorado with the Benz parts | |
| Yo Pah mark my words | |
| The brand new album in stores now, murderin ' em! | |
| Murderin the higher learnin, as of now I turn myself in | |
| Retire, give my babies my entire earnings | |
| Prodical Sunn | |
| State my name, on this Ghost track the grand classic graphic massive | |
| Move with the real groove with the still active | |
| Stay ' nique, play for keep, bubble under heat | |
| Champagne spillin, Big Willin, dealin in these streets | |
| Sex on the Beach, Sex and the City, slum gritty | |
| Suck milk from the titties, ain' t nuttin pretty | |
| See it in your eyes, see it in your face, son you pussy | |
| Step out of line one time get left mushy | |
| Champion never run never ran never will | |
| BedStuy, East New York, Crown Heights, Brownsville | |
| Trife | |
| Yo, don' t get pumped up, cause over here you' ll get lumped up | |
| Badly bruised with your shit leakin all ed up | |
| I tell you what what we can settle the score | |
| My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw | |
| My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep | |
| Run through your town, vacate the area | |
| When shit start happenin, y' all' ll start scatterin | |
| Skatin across the bridges in the, county of Madison | |
| I' m down for the get down, cause y' all ain' t gon' spit rounds | |
| Niggaz be on the first thing smokin, tryin to skip down | |
| Your door kicked down, red dot the lead pop | |
| Hit the jackpot, in his shoebox, found the bread spot | |
| Ghostface | |
| The AlDog is Cristal, you critters got issues | |
| I play dumb while I dump my ashes out the windows | |
| like I never heard the info, Ghost you so glamorous | |
| Word on the set is that I up all cameras! echoes |
| zuò cí : Coles | |
| Uhhuh.. yeah.. | |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo big wearhousin shit | |
| Cristal bottles, Agent 88 with the gold wrapper | |
| Coat rack is no good with the dope classics | |
| Master fantastic trips and we crackers | |
| Bark on bitches, spark out sisters dart for dart | |
| Diamond heart, slammin El Dorado with the Benz parts | |
| Yo Pah mark my words | |
| The brand new album in stores now, murderin ' em! | |
| Murderin the higher learnin, as of now I turn myself in | |
| Retire, give my babies my entire earnings | |
| Prodical Sunn | |
| State my name, on this Ghost track the grand classic graphic massive | |
| Move with the real groove with the still active | |
| Stay ' nique, play for keep, bubble under heat | |
| Champagne spillin, Big Willin, dealin in these streets | |
| Sex on the Beach, Sex and the City, slum gritty | |
| Suck milk from the titties, ain' t nuttin pretty | |
| See it in your eyes, see it in your face, son you pussy | |
| Step out of line one time get left mushy | |
| Champion never run never ran never will | |
| BedStuy, East New York, Crown Heights, Brownsville | |
| Trife | |
| Yo, don' t get pumped up, cause over here you' ll get lumped up | |
| Badly bruised with your shit leakin all ed up | |
| I tell you what what we can settle the score | |
| My hands, they break bricks and now level your jaw | |
| My criteria, reign superior, we flood the streets about a 100 deep | |
| Run through your town, vacate the area | |
| When shit start happenin, y' all' ll start scatterin | |
| Skatin across the bridges in the, county of Madison | |
| I' m down for the get down, cause y' all ain' t gon' spit rounds | |
| Niggaz be on the first thing smokin, tryin to skip down | |
| Your door kicked down, red dot the lead pop | |
| Hit the jackpot, in his shoebox, found the bread spot | |
| Ghostface | |
| The AlDog is Cristal, you critters got issues | |
| I play dumb while I dump my ashes out the windows | |
| like I never heard the info, Ghost you so glamorous | |
| Word on the set is that I up all cameras! echoes |
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