"The M.G.M." lyrics

[Ghostface Killah (Raekwon) {Both}:]
{Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up}, psych!
Six niggas walked in flashing they gems piece
(Aight, one dark-skinned nigga, fifty-six inch rope)
(Wrapped around twice), smash the Gilligan boat with ice
{They threw sign language), ordered hot coffee {wit' a danish}
Relax, whispered they, "Rap entertainers"
(Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good, kid)
Laid back, handling hors d'ourves
(It's like round three), we too black for BET
You memorize the 1 to 40? (I'm at the 19th degree)
(If a civilized person doesn't perform his duty, what shall be done?)
Pardon me, God, that nigga got a gun bulging out his sweatpants
Check out his stance
See the side of his grill? (Look like my cousin Lance)
(Left hand, rocky Guess watch), yo, I think I did his Clarks
He wanted crush bone leather with the strings dark
(Now I remember), he from Bear Mountain
He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one (near the water fountain)
Seventh round, Chavez bleeding from his right ear
Yo, keep your eye on that same nigga from right here
(Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne)
(Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit' no socks on)
(Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the phat fur on)
Working them hoes with the fly Wu shirts on
Mixed drink session, dun, pour me some more
Chef leathered down, blinking at Chanté Moore
(Tenth round, Chavez tearing 'em down)
Sweet Pea, get ya shit off
(It's like blacks against the Germans), getting hit off
(Smooth and them walked in), Brownsville representing
(They sent a bottle over, autograph blessing)
Chef, pull out the doo-doo, twist the dank - pink noodles
(Yo, about to roll one), matter fact, twist two of those
(Yo, they wound up stopping the fight)
(Steels took a point away from Chavez)
Rematch scheduled on October 9th
Rematch scheduled on October 9th