Stay True

[Ghostface Killah] Oh yeah, motherfucker It's real Y'all niggas hold your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas eat kid meals to me We street referees, we rock Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks Certified doctors in hoods that still oil techs But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like Beech Nut Call off the mutts, it's me again Ghost, your host this evenin (Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonight) Tux tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds Flare-leg Gucci joints, I never wore I might give 'em to my brother-in-law Fitzpatrick, rich bastard, worth more than Egyptian marrows Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five My orals like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice We guzzle Dom's, smoke with scratchy throats Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats Jungle in the club, we play Columbo Frosty the Snowman, frozen as the milky way Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered Champ room down in Vegas, vendin machines I sip Alize' compliments of E&J [Hook: 60 Second Assassin *singing* (Ghostface) - 2X] The streets is rough out here Crack game came and had us years What is a man to do? (Brother) (Stay true, stay true)