Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Prodigal Sunn, Trife Da God
Album:  Bulletproof Wallets
Song:   Street Chemistry
Typed by: Tha Masta

	"He's comin' up!" (x5)

[Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh, yea, eh-yo, eh-yo..
Big warehouse of shit, Cristal bottles, Agent 88 with the gold rapper
Coke rackets look good with the dope classics
Master fantastic tricks and we fuck crackers
Bark on bitches, spark our sisters
Dart for dart, diamond art
Slammin' El Dorado with the Benz parked
Yo par' mark my words, the brand new album in stores now
Murderin' 'em, murderin' the higher learnin'
As of now I turn myself in, retire, give my babies my entire earnings {*echoes*}

[Prodigal Sunn]
Uh-huh
Stain my name on this Ghost track, the grand classic, rapid, massive
Move with the real, groove with the steel, active
Stay meak, play for keep, bubblin' the heat
Champagne spillin', big wheelin', dealin' in these streets
Sex on the Beach, Sex and the City, slum gritty
Suck milk from the titties, ain't nuttin' pretty
See it in ya eyes, see it in ya face, son you pussy
Step outta line one time, get left mushy
Champion, never run, never ran, never will
Bed-Stuy, East New York, Crown Heights, Brownsville

[Trife Da God]
Don't get pumped up before you get lumped up
Badly bruised with ya shit leakin', all fucked up
I'll tell you what, we could settle the score
My hands, they break bricks and I'll level ya jaw
My criteria reigns superior
We flood the streets about a hundred deep, run for ya town, vacate the area
When shit start happenin', y'all'll start scatterin'
Skatin' across the bridges in a, county of Madison
I'm down for the get-down, cuz y'all ain't gon' spit rounds
Niggas be on the first thing smokin', tryin' to skip town
Ya door kicked down, red dot, collect pot
Hit the jackpot, in the shoot box, found the bread spot

[Ghostface Killah]
Ya Al Dog is crystal, ya critters got issues
I play dumb while I dump my ashes out the windows
Like I never heard the info
Ghost is so glamorous
Word on the shit is that I fucked up all cameras {*echoes*}