Cape Fear lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah & (?)]
A-yo, who that? (man, I don't know)
Who that n*gga behind the car? in the black hood
(Who? That n*gga? Yo f*ck that n*gga Tone)
I told 'em it can be shaky out here, n*gga
(I got you, n*gga) move, move!
I take you ass in a house
Ain't enough room to shake out here
(That's a warning, n*gga) Word!
This sh*t is mines

[Chorus: Harl3y]
Like man, these n*ggas say they with it man
Like how you trappin' but you in a house
If you n*ggas keep on yapping, man
Bet them shells'll be in your mouth
Like n*ggas said he from the best side (best side)
Tone Starks, I'm from S.I. (S.I.)
And got some n*ggas from the West Side
Keep on playin', we be in ya house

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
My crew flying in the spearmint wraith with cream color walls
Snake gets floor mat, rich n*ggas pulling off
Jewellery so heavy dog, that's why I pop Tylenol
Cargo coke come through, Dough bought 'em all
Full link furs, Russian hats from Berlin
Two-tone Wallows, the cranberry dyed, I swirl it
Come on your block like n*ggas waving sticks like Merlin
Dominican flacko, n*ggas in long-sleeved shirt and
Just mo' money, the floor model looking so ugly
88 Daddy Kane Gumby with a low rugby
b*tches wanna rub my belly like "Ghost you so chubby"
"b*tch, I been out in Amsterdam getting dope money"
Boat money, submarine, ice, stay afloat money
Ben'll kill one of you n*ggas, so don't provoke money
WHY!? I'm going all the way up
On my Joe sh*t, blowing loud low on the cut
[Chorus: Harl3y]
Like man, these n*ggas say they with it man
Like how you trappin' but you in a house
If you n*ggas keep on yapping, man
Bet them shells'll be in your mouth
Like n*ggas said he from the best side (best side)
Tone Starks, I'm from S.I. (S.I.)
And got some n*ggas from the West Side
Keep on playin', we be in ya house

[Verse 2: Fat Joe (Ghostface Killah)]
Feds still trippin', tryna bag me on a coke case
Copped so many Bentleys, now they callin' me the Ghostface
Rollie presidential with the gold face
Send them killers to your door, n*gga, Postmates
Contributions to the murder rate
We been toe taggin' motherf*ckers since the Purple Tape
Styles told me to go green to keep calm
So I walked to Philippe Chow, ordered the green prawns
Free my n*ggas with cars in they garages
Louis V, Versace and Gucci in the carpets
I brought them things back from Mexico
Flexin' in the tunnel, that fentanyl and perico
You know Joe, then the sh*t lopsided
Came with that drip, you can go rock climbin'
(Go rock climbing, new Louis Vuitton diamonds
Me and Cartagena, it's two of New York's finest)
[Chorus: Harl3y]
Like man, these n*ggas say they with it man
Like how you trappin' but you in a house
If you n*ggas keep on yapping, man
Bet them shells'll be in your mouth
Like n*ggas said he from the best side (best side)
Tone Starks, I'm from S.I. (S.I.)
And got some n*ggas from the West Side
Keep on playin', we be in ya house