Wisdom Body

[Intro] No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know I keep em broke, wake up one morning with some money They're subject to go crazy you know? I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on) [Ghostface] Word up Got motherfucking brother wise You know what I'm saying? Teaching the uncivilized Yeah, runnin the streets, you know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface, flippin the marvelous track Yeah, you know the steelo, but yo, yo Check the banging-est sounds that I invent Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall Heads clapped once I came in the door I played the speaker, sipping a Kahlua Saw this bad bitch wit a switch and yo, I had to step to her In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em Especially, when you're browsing, going fishing Your waistline, banging like a bassline Physical form is well complex And yo, I love your outline, boo Your whole body is wild, with your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong You're rocking labels - Tommy Hil, down to Claiborne Show me some love hon, show me some love boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through A-yo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And loving all the marvelous slang on how I freak it Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion The shit got me open like dust and yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo We can go the distance, I put you under wings From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings I walked the hot Arabian desert, barefooted I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it Word up, yo, straight up and down yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit, and brothers catching repercussions Yo, straight up