We Made It Lyrics

Ghostface Killah

Tony Starks fights again for survival And by just a thin thread of electric current Wins another victory
Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-Hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my niggas
Crack spot niggas we made it Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what y'all
Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out The mess hall crawler, about to zone out Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
See, see, see me I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and make the post and from pagin, sin astasian When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'
Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them
Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em The headline read, Starks had the weapon on 'em The best, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul When we dealin' with Supreme Clientele
From Riker's Island to the Camay Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent
From Riker's Island to the Camay Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent
Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me
Keep ballin', new systems, high sciences Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century Best sellers, but niggas stay together
Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens You program, broke bottles of Dom Seven inch bangles, back breakers
I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble
Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles Livin' life without you, can't count you as great men Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in
The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in 'Cuz here we want the head of Satan Durags and our pants hangin, we made it again
Uh-huh, uh-huh that's right y'all street corners Jail niggas Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven big Un that's right y'all Word up all y'all, all y'all crumbs we made it, nigga Step the fuck off true indeed, true indeed
Yeah, Ready Red that's right, my nigga Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it yeah, C Allah, word up
That's fam yeah, check it out Staten Island true indeed Five boroughs check it, uh-huh

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