Artist: Wu-Block f/ Method Man Album: Wu-Block Song: Pull Tha Cars Out Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Sheek Louch (Ghostface Killah)] Wu-Block, yeah, Donnie Yeah, aiyo Ghostface, what up son? (Ain't nothing kid) Yeah (Gorilla hood, nigga) Wu-Block, let's go [Sheek Louch] We make the club jump, every time we walk in this bitch Jewelry shining, you can tell my niggas is rich Rosay and Patron at my throne, women at my feet Staring like they want me to beat This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map Nine nickel plate strapped with a bitch on my lap Back to back on the FDR, big cigar You can tell there's a star in one of these cars Sheek and Ghostface, yeah, bird on the wrist Mask on face, yeah, gorillas in mist Everybody try but they can't do it like this This Don-Don and Starks, I'm bent and wrote this [Chorus 2X: Sheek Louch] Aiyo, pull the cars out, we getting money over here The bottles on the table, the weed in the air The women staring at us, them haters ice grilling Wu-Block, you know we in the building [Ghostface Killah] Every hood spot, they know me Loyal females who can't just give me the twat, they show me Like I'm a big stockbroker on Wall Street, I said nah I'm that big drug dealer from 4E Alot of guacamole, know alot of parolees Swung in front of lotta these delis eating cannolis I stay on the front line, like private events in airports And live by the code, I'mma bust mine Word, Tone Stark, shorty wop got her tongue in my ear Don't get a stain on my ball sharp Light skin, said she a Virgo Said she love my robe game and my bird, yo A baby Ghost appear from the blunt smoke And linger through her hair and set into her clothes Her bag fell and saw a .38 snub nose I stole that and still fucked her when the club closed [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] [Chorus: Sheek Louch] [Method Man] Buck fifty on your face, hundred stacks on the car I spend a rack today, get that rack back tomorrow I'm a Cash Ruler, Ruler Zig Zag Allah Get my money off the hook, like I'm Abdul-Jabbar Get my money off the book, like Steve Harv' and frauds Act hard but they isin't, they think like a man But they back like they women, I never trust a broad With that In God We Trust, only trust in God Look at me, I'm what these little haters wanna be I'm your man, fifty grand, that keep it a hundred G I'm that block on fire, it's like a hundred and three Rappers come a dime and dozen, but they don't come into please You finally meet a few rats, when you come in with cheese And the people you come up with, they become enemies We got the city under siege Where the tightest ladies wear the tightest dungarees [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] [Chorus: Sheek Louch]