Six Degrees

{Verse 1: Ghostface Killah}
Dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia
Bottles of the 1-50 poured over twistas
Broken bones and pillars, Staten Island the illest
The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars
Love razors, dirty guns with a few - bodies
Teach ****** how to walk again from the ****ing shotty
Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation
Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly
Hen we pops, isolated of hash bricks
Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
Got bread from back in the days, its growing some mold
2Pacs back, my Glocks fat
After the gun smoke, you screaming, where my block at?
{Verse 2: Danny Brown}
Both hands crusty, need a little lotion
That **** dont matter when I mix the color ocean
Smoking on potent, goons bagging up in the living room
Blocking the flat screen while Im watching Juice
Move your big ass head, my favorite parts on
Q and the DJ battle, move or I scratch you
95s from 95s on the coffee table
Got them selling dimes still shiny as a nickel
Pistol in designer boxers, shoeboxes in bedrooms
Some got stacks but most discontinued
Whats on the menu? Eat a rapper like butternut squash
Bark on a ***** with the blade out
Run up in your safehouse, how ironic
Knock a ring on a ***** like somebody hit Sonic
Smoking on chronic feeling like Nostradamic
See dying in your future, ***** I promise
Vomit colors seven series, TiVo the World Series
About to miss the game hitting sevens on the slot machine
Dice game, vice daughter , drunk driving in the Charger
With a big titty ***** looking like Toccara
I dont know what you know
But if you know what I know, you better get ghost fore I get Ghost
I dont know what you know
But if you know how I know, you better get ghost fore I get...
{Verse 3: GFK}
Hey what up son, they talking that money on the ground ****
U-P-S, Fedex, I deliver the pound ****
Raw dog, my hoods like crazy 80s stamp bag
Stapleton ****** keep they guns in * *** bags
Doo-rags and blue and red flags, we keep new tags
Skinny or big jeans, ****** they still sag
Brag about 2 chains, 4 chains, 6 chains
Spread eagle *****es in the crib giving brain
Still keep them Clarks crispier than printed money
And the champion gear that I rock? Will hide my face for me
Mask down, 3-57 and the box of shells
Seville dead-arm the kid in the stairwell
Stem cell, my ****** is scientific
We make crumbs and wax, the T-H-C is prolific
Fruitful, my Clan bundle cash like Pablo
Bank in the Caimans, stash-houses out in Cabo