We Made It Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

We Made It Lyrics

    ft. Chip Banks, Hell Razah, Superb

    "Tony Starks fights again for survival,
    and by just a thin thread of electric current
    wins another victory."

    [Superb (Ghostface)]
    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
    [Chip Banks starts to sing "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

    [Chip Banks]
    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'

    [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2]
    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

    [Ghostface Killah]
    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

    [Hell Razah]
    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

    [Chip Banks starts to sing "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