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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g I wanna wish ya'll muthaf**kas a happy New Year (New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son? (Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is crazy Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy) That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day (Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year This muthf**ka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid That was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who...) That's your toes right there! (Who the f**k said I broke 'em) Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though, but come on, man You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though (You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son? ('cause the nigga asked for it, man, shit I f**ked a nigga up, man) Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthaf**ka) Yo, it's New Year's son (f**k ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's! F**k that, let's get this paper! [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible Why I would damage you, f**k, if I drink, then ran with you Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poor I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build "Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" Yeast infection, queen, she love dick Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you Crucial, blow rugers at who you with We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all good My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad That's bad, flags red, dirt beds Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth' heads We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads Knockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out F**king up rappers is what I'm about I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead Keep fronting and lose your head "Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X] [Ghostface Killah] You can decide on who's liver Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the town Don't let your gangsta, get you murked up Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead Freeze, nigga, come off the bread Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising Ringing the boys bell like Verizon Eyes, looking suprised, that the four-five Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island Holding the boy down, ya'll know what it do Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying? My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come first That's right, yeah, get up in that building You tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safe Word up, cause we coming, J-Love Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo Bean You know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, man We gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga Come through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll hands off him Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up? "Ghost got the juice, now" |
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[Trife Da God]
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shades I must of passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out Three more niggas approaching, holding they mack's out One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph Of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants leg With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation Plus he's wanted by immigration Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement How the f**k I get involved with these federal agents They knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac Town They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel Or spend the rest of my life in prison A classified mission on some James Bond shit 007 style, love to get some straight convicts Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone Told her to kiss little Jay 'cause I'll be gone again Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her teeth If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a week Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend [Sun God] I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggas That drug lord that we want, got a spot for niggas And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my nigga He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice But give us ten, like we selling white together Left side, four-five, right, black beretta Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds F**k a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge Hit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-D If he owe Trife, he owe me Load up the mack grounds, M-I-A, call that the jack town Tell niggas I'm on my way, coming back down Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now Theodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, now I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down" Now I slang fifty kilo's where I'm at now Fifty a wop, purple top, nigga, I'm back, clown Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge Channel seven news, older dude, murder gat found |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together On some Siamese shit... yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting, classic cutting You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? [Trife Da God] Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy The found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is broken Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome [Cappadonna] This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing things We stick niggaz up and we take they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut straws Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores [Killa Sin] Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz A tremendous spy, you can see the venom by My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized Been advised, before, that f**king with I, is genocide Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate |
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| 3:45 | 
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| 3:42 |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)]
Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (As Mr. Maygreen... good evening...) Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm) [Chorus: Mr. Maygreen] (Good), I look so, (good), the car look (Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm okkkkkk (Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look (Good), they all from around the wayyyyy (Good), hey there, (good), look at you (Good), me, I'm just passing byyyyyyy (Good), look at her, (good), time out (Good), I think I'll give the game a tryyyyy [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, my rose was good, plus my face was good The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good The grasp who be hypecast is good That's the bird that f**ked the game up Cut the head off lames and platinum niggaz, your boy done came up Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes You was in love with the pussy, it ain't the same though 'cause I'm good, she's good, so you should be good Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood And we don't love those hoes, with they flat butts caked up And tipped up toes, need an ill plastic surgeon to fix they nose 'cause they shit is too fat like an adidas sole Don't even touch my gold, I'm good [Hook: Mr. Maygreen] I know you heard it a thousand times Not quite like my design You say that's what you looking for Gator boots walk through the door, now [Bridge: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] (Good) Theodore's good, (good), my team is good (Good) My robes is good, (I'm so good) (Good) My moms is good, (good), my style is good (Good) My queen is good, yeah, come on, (I'm so good) (Good) The days is good, (good), babies is good (Good) Wifes is good... uh-huh (Good) The hood is good, (good), God is good (Good) Everything is good, come on, let's go [Ghostface Killah] Goose over ice cubes, pass the O.J. Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways Come here, sit on my lap, it's not a gat, sugar Have a seat, don't be afraid to move back Feel that? You'se a nasty girl Big butt, slim gut, I'll crash your world It's not polite to bend over in Starkey face Sheer lace, fat ass, got want me to taste that Lodi dodi, with a coke shaped body And my jewels hang low like my balls in the potty And I dare ya'll to try to rob me Theodore U, we got the army A-Town to Mariner's Harby Wild West, Now Born, go hard, G. Killa Hill, Stapletown, Port Rich' kids Pack heat, like I was pulling out biscuits [Hook] [Chorus] [Trife Da God] When we on the block bubbling rocks, watching for cops Holding glocks in and out of the spots, (it's all good) When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V's Blowin' exotic trees, playa, (it's all good) When I'm in the whip, sunk in the six, drunk off the liqs Pull up, stunting, fronting for chicks, (it's all good) When we on stage getting them Grammy's, snatching them panties Jetskiing off the shores of Miami, (it's all good) [Hook] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... told ya'll before, another Theodore Production This is how we go in the 06 to 07, come on, come on [Chorus] |
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| 3:53 |
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[Intro: Sun God]
Sun God... get 'em, official... [Sun God] I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them g's on the corners, move when I move That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters 'cause pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter That really love me, for the shit that I taught her Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Jeans, hoods, guns, crack [Ghostface Killah] Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate And tooters is flab with rugers, with daggers and them jeans We chew through it, like we coming down off woolas And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas With true talent, like my name is T.O. So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles 'cause if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many Horses to water, just to see if they like it Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now News flash, my nigga ridin' L, laid a cop down Any of ya niggas want beef, I will stop clowns I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the glock sound? [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah (Sun God)] Aiyo, what up S.G.? (Aiyo, what's poppin' my nigga I'm just oil in the toolies, exercising my trigger Finger, I got the biggest bangers) Yeah, I got a crispy stainless Your mans ain't f**king those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers (Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they f**king face in) I bet you now, them muthaf**kas really start complaining (No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining) We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading (I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming) It's all entertainment (And all my niggas made it) We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden (I keep the iron blazing, hands hurt Like a bitch when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing) We ran trains for hours, up in the Days Inn Hood rats and crack motels, we seen baking [Chorus] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] [Sounds of crunching and eating] Yeah, good... |
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| 2:34 |
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[Intro: scratched up samples]
"You out there, on now" "Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb" "Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying" "It's the hardcore" "Set it off, rusty, low down" "Following me, it be the God" "Whatever, whatever" "God all" "All New York, ight" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a nigga for real, we eat ya food Like dog, muthaf**ka, in replace of a meal Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] From Broad Street down to Milledge You f**king with experienced killas Mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You f**king with experienced killas Silver back gorillas [Ghostface Killah] The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The street is never at peace when I palm a tech My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a black belt The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full 'cause, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that shit, and ice my nuts See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God And still pull up in the hoopted out rented car With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood bully out Take his gun and pee on him The magazines cant develop my flicks The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of weed stanking Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking [Chorus] |
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[Intro]
This is why the World Series of Poker Is decided over a no limit poker tournament Players, pro's even, can't handle the pressure of the game They consider no limit the only pure game left [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We gotta know how to play your cards, have a mean poker face And know an ace deuce can take out your pocket broads This is no limit hold 'em, you gotta know when to fold 'em If you plan on, staying on top You can't lose, what you don't push into the pot You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck Go all in, if you're feeling your cards, deep in your gut [Shawn Wigs] It was a late Saturday night, big chips, we had a lotta Theodore performed at the Plush Brigatta It was an hour in, big chip leader of the game Caught pocket jacks and flopped two more of the same Looking at quads, waiting for someone to bluff So I checked til someone said "I had enough" I'm raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river Caught an ace and his face, was a straight up giver He had three now, must of caught two in the hole A full boat, I'm about to sink ship, tell him to fold He laughs, raises his fifty g's, please I need chip count The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island He called it, I showed four jacks, he started wilding [Interlude:] This son of bitch.. All night, he set me up, he check, check, he trapped me! [Chorus] [Shawn Wigs] It was a cash game, 100/200 dollar table Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able July 23rd and 4th, the lions is out It's the month of the Leo, we gon' win with no doubt Bunch of high rollers, laughing like he know we're low in the amateurs I buy him for the macks, twenty G's, I'mma damage ya Couple of chuckles, broken glasses, all tinted I'mma put ya'll all on tilt, give me a minute So I check raise 'em, bluff 'em, ain't showing my cards Two four off two, ya'll ain't no superstars I should of been at the table, World Series of Poker I'm up 80 G's already, ya'll a bunch of jokers Now they all on tilt, raising, I call 'em all in With pocket three's, for 80 G's, I'm ready to fall in Flop two aces, caught my three on fourth street A four hundred thousand dollar pot boy, life's sweet [Chorus] [Outro] He beat me.. straight up Pay him, pay Shawn Wigs his money |
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| 4:10 |
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(feat. Trife Da God, The Willie Cottrell Band)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] God's woman... what's going on? I know things seem messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance And you don't know what to do... but stay strong And keep in mind that he always loves you... It's what it is... that's right sugar love Come on... [Chorus: Willie Cottrell] Josephine, the times are getting tough Seems to me... you just wont get enough The rain, wont wash away, your sins... You'll be here, to do them all over again... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain The monkey on her back is now a gorilla Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman Destroying her pretty image and her health Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen? I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching [Chorus] [Trife Da God] She wakes up, with an urge to get high Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix to get by So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John, she met her through Tom She passed out with the syringe still stuck in her arm Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners [Chorus] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Josephine, what's wrong, baby? Come on... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? Her little baby's all doped up, strung out on the world Try'na make some quick cash for a hit of that stash Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto For those getting high, using drugs on every level Living your life, day and night, getting stoned You better leave those drugs alone, feel me? [Willie Cottrell] Up all night, under the party lights Same old popping and party hopping All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later) |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head Get your top rocked, way across state The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake I smash ya'll muthaf**kas like a seedless grape And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you f**king snakes Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I f**k men, though" [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! [Sheek Louch] Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late I'm hot as f**k, my truck keep getting tailed It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for me, f**k, rap for me Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me Het wet ya, and throw the stocking On his face, like when he first met cha [Ghostface Killah] Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow your troops Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage I wash my money in Woodlife, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy |
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[Amy Winehouse] Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt You say, why did you do it with him today? And sniff me out like I was tanqueray [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, why you acting like you more trouble than Tony Starks and You need to just 'walk away' like Kelly Clarkson I know, we was fiend to sleep around town But I figured you said that, that's how I get down Nah of course, you was out there, messing around I would of told you, once you go Ghost, you never go back Try g'ing me, like I don't know how to mack I'm a don, and, top of the line, I stay flying Stop trying, to keep cuff analyzing Using my credit cards to buy diamonds We need to straighten this out, get to the bottom of it all Let's crawl, before we start the war Begin with two reasons why we need to talk And stop popping up in my cribs all over New York And, that's stalking, you such trouble and no good Them fighting words in my block, when we in the hood [Chorus: Amy Winehouse (Ghostface Killah)] I cheated myself, like I knew, I would... I told you, I was trouble... And know, that I'm no good [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, nasty girl, try to play me [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes You cheated yourself but these are the breaks And it never be the same again, cause of old boy But oh boy, together we make so much joy In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and Hunt you down, holding the next man's stacks Now you sorry, tryin' bring that old thing back and Act like we can rekindle that flame It's a shame, how you can't get me off the brain He that lame, you love how I bring the pain Got the rug burns stinging and you saying my name Say my name, that's right, I'm high post Get the champagne, love, word up, we gon' toast [Chorus] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] You had to be nasty girl and try to play me Nasty girl, girl... You can't leave the kid... can't leave the kid... Don't worry, I'ma be around forever, nasty girl... Don't forget, I'ma be around forever, nasty... Don't forget, I'ma be around forever... [Amy Winehouse] Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain We're like how we we're again I'm in the tub, you're on the sink Lick your lips, as I soak my feet [Ghostface Killah] Yo, get the bath and body works, pumping your spice creams Together like Cheech and Chong, we make nice dreams Fight scenes, I take the good with the bad Cuz you give the best brains that I ever had and Anything worth having is hard to keep I love you like my coffee so hot and so sweet So let's, stick it out, so we never regret it I could forgive the past, but I never forget it [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah (scratched up)] Got to forgive the past, but I never forget it Nasty girl... nasty girl... try to play me Nasty girl, you had to be a nasty and try to play me Nasty girl... try to play me, try to play me Nasty girl, got to forgive the past, but I never forget it... |
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Alex (stolen script) Yeah, Thats right, Hardy Boys shit Smoke a winston to this shit word up bout to f**kin blow ya head up yeah yo, yo, he got his stones from greece, in his mouth he had like 30 plus carats, ??? smoked cigars like a bogart classic told niggas if he die he want a glass casket parents died when he was five years old made his way inside the US with columbian gold a fake name, and a passport ???? one sister pretty thing light skinned niggas will body over her like f**k it with a scar by her left eye her brother alex was extremely close he sold coats and minks had ??? put in toilets and sinks loved to rollerskate 99 did time up in ??? came home blown ??? kings and soldiers never gave a f**k about that mc beef in queens Alex, he was a rich nigga, he had close to ten bodies under his belt his man did the last one and got murdered himself took him a while to get his head together alex one day, out in a l.a. made a call to new york told his man I-God its going down fly the whole team in for support member that ray shit that jamie foxx played that was my shit i never got paid they got rich off a stolen strip In 98 i seen charles on the cali strip sold him copyrights his life and ??? flip In brail he read it in no time hit it me with his ?? i give you some more lines real talk stand up dude said how yo like jamie foxx to replay you he said yeah thats cool but under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk flip my talk and my hands i said sure why not he can imitate anything turst me this young boy hot shook his hand and i bounced in the limo grabbed my cell bit my cigar then rolled down the window contacted stonybrook and roberts, told em we got it in 10 now that yo ray ray signed it now we can move on and shoot this live shit, with mad options paramount and dreamworks we shopping on mandelay and new line coppin i go and get 10 mill and blow it on the independent market but anyway down in ??? changed i had a meeting with this rich investor said hed throw 20 million on the kids film only if he chose the cash he was drunk he was talking real fast so i test his mouth, laid back then i put him on blast, where exactly you gonna get this cash i got a an ill gotti ??? connect, wise guys they kill ???? catchin bodies earning respect they waiter came and he dropped of the shrimp fried rice he ordered, i said thankas as he poured my water then out came the veggie roll, sesame chicken and mint tea rice wine had me wantin to pee i said excuse me i'll be right back, pardon me grabbed his glass and he nodded to me standed up to take a piss this shit felt like a nut got back the dude vanished breifcase tooken off asked the waiter where he go the mother f**ker spoke spanish |
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now.. |
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