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Ghostface Killah
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[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]
Yo, yeah %7B"New Ghostface!"%7D
Yeah, to glorious days %7B"one"%7D
Yeah God, check it out yall
We back, yes yes yall %7B"one"%7D
(Fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
Were here to sharpen your sword %7B"one"%7D
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
[Ghostface]
Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches %7B"one"%7D
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch %7B"one"%7D
Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" %7B"one"%7D
Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets %7B"one"%7D
Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist %7B"one"%7D
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
when the NARCs hit, rumor is you might start to spit %7B"one"%7D
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost %7B"one"%7D
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates %7B"one"%7D
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein %7B"one"%7D
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful %7B"one"%7D
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital %7B"one"%7D
Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle %7B"one"%7D
[T.M.F. - both]
To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off %7B"one"%7D
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" %7B"one"%7D
[Ghostface]
Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy %7B"one"%7D
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart yall, and GROW UP %7B"one"%7D
Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
Thats the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash %7B"one"%7D
Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash %7B"one"%7D
Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats %7B"one"%7D
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash %7B"one"%7D
Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress %7B"one"%7D
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while Im high sugar get a crack at this %7B"one"%7D
Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over %7B"one"%7D
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Castor Troy layin for Travolta %7B"one"%7D
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly %7B"one"%7D
Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy %7B"one"%7D
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart yall, and GROW UP %7B"one"%7D
[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ]
Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint
We all connect as %7B"one"%7D
(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down yall
(Staple-town, yall) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? %7B"one"%7D
(Ah-hah, knowImsayin? Trey-Mack, what?)
How many nuts you might bust? %7B"one"%7D
Haha, straight up and down
%7B"one"%7D
(How many shots?) %7B"one"%7D
%7B"one"%7D
(Thats it) Word up
How many cakes we bake, yall? %7B"one"%7D
(Yo, yo, yo) %7B"one"%7D
(Aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga?> %7B"one"%7D
%7B"one"%7D
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01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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