FUKK (Stan Smiths) lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff move
Ayo

[Verse]
Pots breaking, reminiscent of Bacon
Winchester in Canali windbreakers
Five convertibles, slime, I never heard of you
Murder you, Ruger shells'll leave you vertical
Don't take it personal, you know it's a money thing
The buggy eyed Benz money green
KITH sweats, TEC hanging by the drawstring
Lookout was raw fiend, Pauline
My n*ggas said I was the illest n*gga ever
Now from rap, I bought my whole team Fendi leathers
Me and Heem, Desert Eagles fly together
Live n*ggas, 99 Iceberg sweater
Upper echelon, we on
I'm up in B Block, sell these ten caps and I'm gone
B.A. cortez and Timbs
Gem stars beneath they tongue stars
I recommend an extra large
[Chorus]
I made the cash off small heads
Yo, man, ain't nobody f*cking with me when it come to this fly sh*t, man
My empire all big faces
This is what the f*ck I do
A million off another n*gga block
You broke bum motherf*ckers thirsty, man, looking at me, man, y'all motherf*ckers is hungry, man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces
Y'all can't-y'all can't keep up with me, man, this sh*t is easy, man
I made the cash off small heads
You know I ain't no f*ckin' rapper, man, just sound f*ckin' good, though
My empire all big faces
I'm a Buffalo n*gga, too, man, don't get that sh*t f*cked up, man
A million off another n*gga block
Rest in peace ChineGun Blak, man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces
Free my n*gga Sly
My n*gga Ike, my n*gga 40

[Outro]
The beautifulest woman I've ever seen in my life, the best champagne, Cristal, I mean, he took me out in, uh, Ferraris, Bentleys, it was the first time I really ever experienced, what money can really do