[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
One-two, one-two, yo
What the f*** is the deal, it's Toney Starks, n****
Ya n****s know what time it is, the kid with the lazer beam vocals
You know you messing with a dart master, right now
J-Love, hit them n****s
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond, in the Octagon, with two razors
Bet ya'll didn't know I had a fake arm, I lost it,
Wild in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on
Choke a fat n**** out in like forty seconds, my gun get hard
With a .45 steel erection
Eagle on, Kangol hat slanted, coconut, bounce to Morocco
Guerilla medallions, like Flava Flav clock, yo
N****s want me dead, but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out, like a hysterectomy
When beef collide, look on the flip, buy a penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging, frauds is lifting
They drawers on the floor complaining
Bird a** n****, resemble, Keenen Ivory Wayans
Stay in your place, dirt bomb rappers get shadowboxed
For training, ya'll still eating bacon...
"Hidden Darts"
"Hidden Darts"
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt)
Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut)
And broke a few nose bones, yo, light 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 in bail
Then left my fingers for dead, told 'em
"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing"
I 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 rocks is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels
Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle
And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out
Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out
It's chump change, ya'll b**** n****s go get my coco
Get my slippers, before I go gun ho!
"Hidden Darts"
"Hidden Darts"
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Ya'll n****s hold your f***ing necks
Before you put them s***s to sleep
You know what I mean, daddy
It's real like that, coming at all ya'll n****s this year
I gots to come for that title, baby, I don't give a f*** who holding it
Youknowhatimean? Tone on the come up
Youknowhatimean, I'm playing on ya'll n****s, man
So yo, ya'll n****s know what the f*** time it is and s***
Slow the f*** down, n****, throw this s*** in, it's real...
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