Just Blaze - The Champ (Remix) lyrics

"Just Blaze!" [Ghostface k**ah] Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home Trailblazer stay ballin with vengeance,my arts Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy Wondering, how did y'all n***as get past me I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty My Wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I sent 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up 10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up Worth millions, still bag your b**h looking bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of d**h Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh This is architect music, verbal street opera Pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed I ran through The Tunnel, terrrorized Speed That's when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D *bell rings* [Ghostface k**ah] I'mma go hard on ya'll n***as Dart ya'll n***as out, dropping science To let y'all know what the kid about I hang like the disco ball, on the floor I'm like John Travolta, suade blazing with my chest showing Rings and them hard jeans, please, I'm comfy in the spot So I'm never handcuffing my queen It's a Theodore movement, Glock-holding kids With the chocolate boomers, aiyo f** those rumors Leave your chick around me, I'll get those bloomers Bang that like Desi Arness, with the cowskin cougars Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap sh** Punk muthaf**er, I get you blamped, word life, my throat is high See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on Cleaning his gla** arm... *bell rings* [Ghostface k**ah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat n***a out in like 40s ecs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erection Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo n***as want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds is left in their drawers on the floor complaining Bird a** n***a resemble Keenon Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt born rappers get shadow boxed for training Ya'll still eatin bacon *bell rings* [Interlude: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah n***a, that's right You know you messing with a dart master right now, yo [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, I done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) Slept on gla** (gla**), never got cut (cut) And broke a few nose bones, yo, let off a round or two At certain dudes where they dropped they phones Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it and bailed They left my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" Now hold you down when you be squeezing that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, Wallo's with the gold ta**els Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out Poofed the nails off, y'all f*ggots can figure the price out It's chump change, ya'll b**h n***as go get my coco Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! *bell rings* [Ghostface k**ah] I'm like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a gla** table Half a mil' on my left ankle Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable Bring me a nice b**h that means I'll f** with you My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rolling' Prestige is cut to a T spark when weed went up The cocoa leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Duke's tomato plants And jets get charted, marquee sh** with the cars on it The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit Back East I'm a MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof and Supreme Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots and rap belts belong to D.C