Black Out (Twelve Reasons To Die II)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Kane, let's get 'em I'm talking blackout Put lives to an end, fuck a tapout All in together, we gon' wipe 'em Wax in revenge mode, time for some action [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yeah, relentless, murderous intentions The henchmen's garments is all black, that's the winners that pimp this Caught up in my spell, smell exotic, blunt from different trees Black gloves, bullets will fly when the 9's squeezed Ghost and I thick as thieves, robbing the whole globe Black polo, hooded, with Gucci robes with a nice grip So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip Dynamic with my dialogue, you faggots is hog meat Crack your cranium like crab claws if you cross me Raging Bull in the booth, Mr. Kane is so raunchy [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection Execute him and chop up his body in sections Clean-cut butcher knives X their eyes out Nail 'em to a billboard Let 'em dry out [Verse 4: Raekwon] Let me show you what crime about, I'm blowing your minds out If you ain't ready to throat a nigga, then sign out Nickel-plated 40's are blowing your spine out Old-school Caddies with coke, come take a line out Stingin' niggas for their jewels in their stash house Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby Closed-casket, make sure his mother cry You fuckin' with grimy guys, tunes are suicidal And now we ain't homies, they call us the homicidal Get ready for the mayhem, just call it my arrival [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Bash him with a disco ball, it's the 70's Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these Black bastards, ruthless killers [Verse 6: Raekwon] Watch me thrill ya Party killers, we won't die Hard-body, bitch-made cats is gonna fry Solidify we're champions, youngins, we're bona fide Wanna swim with the sharks, be my guest, go take a dive The name of the game is Bloodsport You won't make it out alive I see what you trying for, so give it up We terrorize shit, Kane and Ghost, lit it up