เพลง Rec-Room Therapy (Explicit)

Rec-Room Therapy (Album Version|Explicit) - Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/U-God

Ight now this is how we gonna do this sh*t

You know what I'm saying

Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then

When was doing this sh*t son

You know what I'm mean

Yeah check the story

I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets

You could of found of me on the steps dusted

Unable to call it

Jums in my pocket the rental was stolen tapping pockets

On the local drug dealers just to see what they holding

I know niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon

The acid done bubbled up

Now they stomach's is swollen

That just life in the hood

Surrounded class who we bag in our stash

The ultraviolet haze we hit it and pass

We toast to the ghost of old days

Yeah old ager hump

We rap renegades must stay paid

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money

Big fluffed out gooses on stan smiths

The housing cops can suck our dicks we jumping out

Of convertible matchbox shits next drip inhaling

Chilling my throat frozen my orange brick

Bottles of cru'

B**ches with baby phats they swinging ax

They singing you still blinging

Daddy now bring it back

The smokest rap ni**a honey

I'mma need A match

To bust the game wide open I'mma need an ax

I juggle this practice smuggle h****n in the cactus

Keep A hood I still go and f**k A fat b**ch

Actress slinging the backs of five cleopatras

A coc*ine chef I stretch money like elastic negga

My raps is bigger dynamics with the muscle advantage

Jake cutler on dust when I blam sh*t

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money

Yo we been bagging since 18 kid

Polo rugs on with gloves on

Rented cars fronting on winning broads

Gum slow half moon leather pants avia' days

Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves

Beneton superman bomb

Everybody in the lobby we clapping

Hats on protecting your moms you know how we play

Spray something down if the team say

It's on I dedicate my lines to the pj's

Triple beams pyrex jars smoking nickle weeds

All we did is look mad fly icicle rings

Whatever homeboy you want it

You could get your receipt

A little closer

You can sense we got heat it's only me

Plus four other ill gangstas we all anxious

To blow up your block and spank sh*t

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money

Yo I'm down for the get down H

It the town sick the bloodhounds on 'em

I rip clowns I flip pounds I spit rounds

I'm on the prowl my stomach growl

Crushed by the crowd

Rush through loud records drop mushroom clouds

I'm not A rapper I'm spellbound I melt down

Your G-force with heat walks

Free falling to A better money bet he's hungry

Spread the honey big head inside the humvee

Mix lead inside my lungies

Spend bread on my dungarees

And such and such ghost plugged me with this slut

Don't hug me bug me I'm ugly when I f**k

I'm hard like A jungle hunter bust off in heather

Double cross me lift your boss off your feet

'Course he's feather

Whatever whatever he cried indepence

Tennis players get fried

Playing both sides of the ends

Keep your eyes on your friends

Cuz they spy for the feds

Watch me rise from the dead

I got ties with the dreads

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money

Get money get money

Get money ghost get money ahh