Medina :: Teh-Music.Us :: ☆ 06 In Your Arms

[Intro: Ghostface Killah whispering]
Wu, Wu, Wu, Tang, Tang, Tang

[Hook: Erykah Badu]
The joy the flowers bring me
The pain still has me sinking
All while the heart gently weeps
Your smell has got me shrinking
The tears in your eyes are twinkling
Because the heart gently weeps…

[Raekwon:]
Snowy night, fiends basing
A Raisin in the Sun was amazing
The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off
Jumped up, fish tank, it fell and they stuck
They shot her cousin LaVon, he owed a buck
Willie was awful, pulled out the ratchet, let off two
Grits fell on his leg, Kiana ripped the cold bowl
He violent, an Island nigga with the talent
Of six killas who just came home, from straight wilding
Robbing everything in Macy’s, Lacy, short haircut
With long arms, who f**k niggas, got four babies
Yvette jabber her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib
She did the dumb shit, my nigga then clapped her
Lester, smoked Chester sister, Vest, I heard it was a mess
They ripped the apple out her throat, blessed her
Hungry hyenas from Medina, all eight trained us
Who got reluct’, think fast, and blast from Beamers

[Ghostface Killah:]
I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she’s pushing the cart
Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clark’s
That’s what I get, not focusing, from hitting that bar
My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark
In the aisle, busting them paper towels and wiping my Wally’s down
I stood up to face a barrel, he’s holding a shiny pound
It’s him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim
I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again
That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby
She knew I hard the murders, a smack, it killed her man though
Now I got his f**king nephew gripping his gat, you’se a bitch…
You better kill me… you know you’re booty…
You pulled your toolie out on me… motherf**ker!
First thought was to snatch the ratchet, said f**k it and f**king grabbed it
I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was f**king laughing
I wrestled him to the ground, tustle, scuffle, constantly kicked him
He wouldn’t let go the joint so I f**king bit him
Shots was whizzing, hitting Clorox bottles
Customers screaming, then the faggot ran out of hollows
I had to show him what it’s all about
Next thing you read in the paper “A man who came to kill, gets knocked out”

[Chorus: Erykah Badu]
I don’t know whhhhhhhhhhhy… nobody told you
Man’s not supposed to cry…
Though we’re just babies… and you’re so crazy…
How tears of joy, bring so much life

[Method Man:]
Yo aiyo yo yo yo…
You on ya way to the store, nigga, grab me a Dutch
I’m mad as f**k, my dude, my count was short when I was bagging it up
Now I need liquor, nigga pass me a cup
What’s up with Officer Brown? The other day he tried to shackle me up
He killed Kase and now he hassling us
This motherf**ker got balls, even the gaul to try and patten me up
Time to re-up, let these niggaz know we back on the block
With three hundred off a G-pack, it’s cracking the spot

[Chorus]