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(feat. Cappadonna) [Intro: Cappadonna] Yo yo word up! Look who's back in the joint It's The Odd Couple in the spot Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Chorus 1: Cappadonna] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! [Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah):] Yea, for real, for real (Eh yo, chop this niggas man It's time for me to splash 'em) STEP OFF! [Ghostface Killah] LyricsEh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, jewellery truck Vest did it up, chop shop it Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts I'll fuck you up and come through in a horse We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac Me and C. Goines, bible material Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal Rock you twice, rock your wife Best known for drives on bikes Tell your man to stop sendin me kites We Tigers Woods in the 'hood The Odd Couple up to no good Y'all handsome and plus whisper made son [Chorus 2: Ghostface Killah] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like yo the belt is our's, bitch-ass mothafuckas! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Interlude: Cappadonna] It's The Odd Couple! Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Cappadonna:] I melt 4-30, hands clustered I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the pork New York, catch you on the elevator Catch you for your watch and your Alligators Blast first, funny style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF! It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage Come in your state, bust down your gate Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don Crack your jaw when it's on Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes My wife start fillin pits with hoes Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe [Chorus 2] [Chorus 3: Ghostface Killah - to fade, overlapping outro] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Cappadonna)] Y'all mothafuckas don't know how to act when y'all hold somethin, huh? It's time to give that shit up now nigga, for real The Blair Witch is back yo (Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real nigga!) Y'all little bitch niggas When y'all see me none of y'all niggas better say peace For real! Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit Y'all frontin We let it slide for a couple of years and shit Yeah, for real, it's like.. Y'all mothafuckas know boy From Lyrics Mania