Malcolm Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

Malcolm Lyrics

    I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint
    Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly
    Like fuck it [2 gunshots] , look how these niggas duck shit
    One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig
    Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind
    Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes
    His feet hurt , networkin he get no work
    Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth
    Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns
    Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run
    Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life , calcium man
    Watch him grab the Tums , he's a front
    Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass
    Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her
    Big Bub did him somethin deadly , act premedidtated
    Buck 60 strike was the medley
    Nice like Van Halen , seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin
    Did two days thought he was jailin
    You get close , look at his hands
    That's the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it
    He ran away , frontin majorly , eyes like Sammy Davis jr.
    Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the Bob Hope classics
    Ran down Asics , Kmart , the short sleeve shit be the basics
    He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted Jews
    Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights

    Yo let me tell you how the game go
    We gettin rid of all the prostitutes
    Tony wants the streets back fo sho
    Too many hustlers , too many thieves
    We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's
    Too much TV , guns and robberies
    Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy

    Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit
    The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives
    It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy
    One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly
    Yo we up in Jonesy's posin , all these niggas know me
    From fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parolees
    Yo we played the speaker
    And from a distance we could see these chains
    The P slayed , flat on his chest , was two plains
    Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at all
    He just cracked the V8 backed up , leaned against the wall
    Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck
    Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck
    Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip
    He throwin up six plates plus he studied Matrix
    He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor
    Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
    Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint
    On him
    Flower look his man stood up before him
    The bitches hit the table , Jah king stripped off his cables
    Shots went off , Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
    Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns , hat fell off
    We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind Rich
    See Allah hit the light switch , young girls were trampled
    In the measured pool , pistol with Mase , and broke the handle
    Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours
    Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
    Oh my goodness , Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin
    He layin like a gay models shoutin out Sebastian
    He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy
    No more god , the 68 thousand down a pair of three
    Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin
    Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon
    It's over , another story told
    Lyin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras