Ghostface Killah - Scar Tissue

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Uh, bottles of sangría
Masters jumpin' out of trucks like a concierge
Pasta, prawns over lobsters, oysters, diamond chips
Smuggled all of the fish in a cold boxer
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
You frontin' takin' everything off it's straight clearance
Jewels, cash, couple niggas from Nebraska
You soakin' in epsom salt the day after
An ill murder game is what they told me
Keep reaching when it's not on mе, we ain't homies (Nah)
We ain't partnеrs nigga, you's a target
So much gun clicking they kick us out of apartments (Woo)
Everything steaming, "Yapp City" mode
You ever seen coke rocked up on a pretty stove?

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Stop beefing with that nigga, you could talk to me
If you really like that, you could walk with me
You could spar with me
If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me
Paybacks a bitch, ain't it?
Thats why I don't talk to niggas, I'm good, I ain't gettin' acquainted
Middle finger to the judge, we still killin' the plaintiff
We Staten Island niggas we don't got to explain it, nah
Harlem Shake niggas for they pockets, stay tuned
For more faggot niggas coming out the closet
Rockin' fake Dior
Any change made on this ground
Out of respect, you should break me off
Word, I stay stylin' silks, Ballys, and raw denim
Get your head wrapped in plastic, I'll Boars Head em
Read niggas up and down like the court's read em
Spit acid on everything, strong venom