Letra de ' Scar Tissue (feat. Nas) ' de Ghostface Killah

Uh, bottles of Sangria
Monsters jumpin' out of trucks like a concierge
Pasta, prawns over lobsters, oysters, diamond chips
Smuggled all of the fish in a cold boxer
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
You frontin', takin' everything off, it's straight clearance
Jewels, cash, couple niggas from Nebraska
You soakin' in epsom salt the day after
An ill murder game is what they told me
Keep reaching when it's not on me, we ain't homies (Nah)
We ain't partners, nigga, you's a target
So much gun clicking, they kick us out of apartments (Woo)
Everything steaming, Yapp City mode
You ever seen coke rocked up on a pretty stove?

The sun rises
To break the day
And lifts for a while
To give us warmth

Stop beefing with that nigga, you could talk to me
If you really like that, you could walk with me
You could spar with me
If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me
Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
That's why I don't talk to niggas, I'm good, I ain't gettin' acquainted
Middle finger to the judge, we still killin' the plaintiff
We Staten Island niggas, we don't gotta explain it, nah
Harlem Shake niggas for they pockets
Stay tuned, for more faggot niggas coming out the closet
Rockin' fake Dior, any change made on this ground
Out of respect, you should break me off
Word, I stay stylin' silks, Ballys, and raw denim
Get your head wrapped in plastic, I'll Boar's Head 'em (Boar's Head 'em)
Read niggas up and down like the court's read 'em
Spit acid on everything, strong venom

Sheesh, Ghostface Killah!
Staten Island, QB
This what we doin'!
Mm-hm

Indubitably, some niggas are stupid to me
Or should I refrain from calling some brothers out of they names?
'Cause a king only qualify for some
You can't call us all kings, not everybody is one
Yo, this verse is like shrooms and rum
Levitating out of my body or something
Woke up uptown in '67, at Smalls Paradise, candle lights
Where I saw my man Bumpy Ellsworth and his wife
Queens representer like Prince, Gerald Miller
Free that man, plus LO, nothing bigger
Than Ghostface and Esco
Legal Mexican cartel money, call me Arnesco
Guzman, Lopez, Garcia
Gold-plated AKs, lethal when you see us
'Tween the fingers, smokin' on a thousand dollar blunt
Tell these suckers I got everything they want

The sun rises
To break the day
And lifts for a while
To give us warmth