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Yeah.. whassup y'all, whassup? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know.. I don't really mean no harm.. but it just happens you know when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga.. that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though.. aiyyo.. Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel but Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first On how I shitted on your turf at times, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs Give one to Rae', let's season they broth Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off Yeah.. yeah.. I just wan't y'all niggaz to smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body, yeah no doubt Judge Wise Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit? Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung! Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies? Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds instead of studyin me! That's how you lost your first job punk Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up! Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga He was on the fourth, I was on the third [RZA] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock I used to run up and pick, a crab lock Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ass Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting ring DINGS, right through your head BING Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette while your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+ Crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero And snap my fingers like the Fonz and bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake Used to fuck her when she menestraute but it made her hyperventilate [Ghostface] BROOKLYN! I know, I know, I know, I know QUEENS! I know, I know, I know, I know SHAOLIN! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know BRONX! I know, I know, I know, I know JERSEY! I know, I know, I know LONG ISLAND! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN! |
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[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)] Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"} Yeah, to glorious days {"one"} Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all {"one"} (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, masked avengers We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"} 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 {"one"} Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"} Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"} Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"} Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"} Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"} You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"} Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"} Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice The branches in my weed be the vein {"one"} Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you See daddy rock a wristful {"one"} Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"} Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"} [T.M.F. - both] To my real bitches take your drawers off To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"} Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"} [Ghostface] Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"} Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"} Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {"one"} Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {"one"} Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"} Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"} Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"} Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {"one"} 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 sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"} Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture Castor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"} Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"} Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"} Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"} [Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), (Big Trife)] Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint We all connect as {"one"} (Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all (Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"} (Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?) (Shaolin, Staple-town, B) How many nuts you might bust? {"one"} Haha, straight up and down (Staple drop a nigga, yo) {"one"} (How many shots?) {"one"} (Gunnin for the dome and it only takes...) {"one"} (That's it) Word up How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"} (Yo, yo, yo) (How many L's we smoke?) {"one"} (Aw shit, haha) (...at a time, nigga?) {"one"} (At a time, you know how we do, at a time...) {"one"} |
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Yo.. Saturday night, Uptown Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken What's poppin kid? We in the mix It's chilly 40 below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's Blowin my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs You asked the wrong guy son I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles Flew in two days ago to see his fam' But we been watchin you, crazily The whole Staten Island shittin on you Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up Not trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hung Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat' You dealin with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you Make me wanna lick shots at you You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be Hands behind your back, spread your legs Just found a roach in your tray It's not mine fucker, what I said You met the 13th nigga A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo Where in the Hell's the RZA? He's sellin mics, wildest joints Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out on how po' live, hatin plus harassin the kid Park the truck in the double face garage Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega Reel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News NAACP committees.. [abruptly ends] |
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"In an enemy land..." "Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises, we could cripple their national defence. So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest expert on electricity must devise the destruction of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman." [Ghostface Killah] Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stoppin, high-derox hydrolic Kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate Fuck your corny debates I'm like cake or maybe like $10,000 rabbits The kid walked thru, switch up his accent "Now I'm from Paris" Cash the bill, frozen element, Seagal Signs from the most high causes me to break them all How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin? You think I fell off the ledge? The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead? Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils to gallants, hit 'em if we go to Bustin at y'all niggas daily Wall-to-wall, Hawkins Suckin your teeth cuz God chain-talkin like Ghostface this, Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap Valored down like the sheik of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas You know what? Eh yo, fuck this Eh yo, how can I move the crowd? First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed Here's the instructions, put it together It's simple ain't it? Well, quite clever [singing] Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin, ugh Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you so Eh yo, I'm Gucci down Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe plush Imaginations holdin all like Willie Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we juggle mic's We come on all the amps, advance the final Show these niggas how the way we dance Hot night, Jamaica Came thru in a boger green '68 Pacer Had mad paper, high as a fuck Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night I ain't sayin no names, they know who, thank you for the change Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds till we tear and decease Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd The hoe spotted me, knew not to call my name out He walked off softly, we exactly formed like Christ and the disciples Black fatigues, leathal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin they drinks On the low, tuckin they links, we made 80 off the books [Superb] It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect My metaphors'll keep out The Projects Rap connects'll keep me correct Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof After his funeral, on one knee Thinkin his killer's followin me So to my nigga Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we fucked up here? We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obsticles, it's hard to make it nowadays Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know smokin can cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginnin cuz that's how they rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine If you don't bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you I can't feel you Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini! |
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[Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite student in role holdin it [Chorus: Ghostface] Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface] A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up Wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last scene: Manhatten Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound [Raekwon] We split a fair one, poker nose money Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore Gas station light gleamin on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams pose at the stand-off, mad timid hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo [Chorus] |
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Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it? I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya New Ghostface! [Ghostface Killah] Yo deep in the trenches Wig, young black green beret Chrome laser guns blazing at spades Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid 10 niggas call it Tai-Chi Black blades, one hundred dollar seats Hold up, we at the opera Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper Chunky ass necklace Must be her birthstone John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome Told ya eyes up on her prince Fucking with Diana Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White Fingering Pamela Lee We on the balcony Dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me Somebody might catch a Kennedy Yo let me adjust my lens Through these binoculars I paid 5 g's sliding off like Kid Vitamin Viking Patriot of Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen [RZA] Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark With the Benz parked Up against the boulevard Starks had the bone sparked One cop tapped the window glass Like a cymbal crash, "What the fuck son! You trying to break glass?" He flashed his badge, "License and registrations" At that moment His fat partner started chasin' Chicken heads they was racing wit' they hearts pacin' For snatching gold Trying' to dip into the god's basement Our location Lead steel shed spread Cracked shorty head Left sweetie there for dead Ghetto poodles Fingers sticky from cheese doodles Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles Neighborhood sick wit' it Clinton 'bout to cut WIC Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas need to politic Reach for the sky They throw bleach in your eye Don't teach you why You be keeping 'em high Dipped like an Oreo cookie In cold milk, bold silk Gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat, Low tilt True Islamic We speak verbal rhyme phonics Why ya'll trying to change this hip hop to technotronics? [RZA] Don't go against the grain (the grain) Don't go against the grain (the grain) Don't go against the grain (the grain) [Ghostface] Girl! [RZA] Because of you I'm hurting Within my within my heart I know it's not right to be flirting But a relationship has to start You're the one that I'm clocking It's time for you to start jocking Don't want you to see me cry This is why this is why this is why [RZA] I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder [Ghostface] Hey yo god don't fuck with her! [RZA] I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz [Ghostface] Hey yo lord don't fuck with her! [RZA] I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina [Ghostface] Hey yo kid don't fuck with her! [RZA] Yea that girl Kit Kat she got the good poodle cat [Ghostface] Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her! |
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Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze *sniff* Lookin at your ice like GEEZ! I'm plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie - if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin nice in - New York Stick you for your cake and your icing That tough talk? Don't mean nuttin when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom You know that saying - if you can't join 'em, beat 'em and push your way in We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist up Niggaz rentin slums usually Jacob, FOOL! You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" [Ghostface] Yo, yo Starks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofays Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" [Cappadonna] Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat ruffle inside the bubblegoose It's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island playin with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads runnin (yo) The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin [Redman] Yo The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in trainin bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow, with extra stairs I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, FLYIN) Yo, the hard wire, startin barn fires Pullin mad, so you know it's me and your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke witcha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Method] .. eat a dick like (HUH) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH) Gettin rich like .. .. "There's no love to be found" [Ghostface] Word.. it's me y'all.. We in two-six's flirtin with bitches Dime plus takin pictures, how you doin baby? My name Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Riker's Island Stretched out, balled up in the caves Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love Movin when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled Elbows unique now, meet the new me Ghettofabulous, Ton' Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects High-tech armors merc you at the shows Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper.. [Method] Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like (HUH) Killin for the whole click is sick like (HUH) You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH) Gettin rich like (HUH) Yeah.. .. "There's no love to be found" |
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INTRO: My God so they are killers. I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer they just keep on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood. Yeah that's right. They kill one man or kill ten it's all the same (yes). After all (indecipherable) VERSE 1: Both hands clutchy chillin' wit my man rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost purple tank Rae co-host Mafia whore expo, intellect you red pro Son triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cyclin' Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an' Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into iron do's Turn-ons the earth's whoopee, she got a love screw In hale break beats of hell aerolight propel parallel Doris sell night, you flashin' burnt cells Snap in the candy land kids the old rumor is Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like Eatin' dead birds shut the pharmacy over herbs Men maryin' men, ill they got the herbs pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter Livin' off land you god damn right I fuck fans Camay Check checkmate prize like the cycle champ rounder Snake the next stock with Bill Gates now CHORUS: When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G-O-D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle Shake that body, party that body Don't fuck with Ghost you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm sayin' (echo) VERSE 2: Hit mics like Ted Coppo, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us We lay low clear the wax phone bangers Priceless roll, lay around the God get tangled Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of bread Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff Move, every script's like Miramax Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima Wu binos, to latinos, we bust a leaner Over night, God schedules, fed ex Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics Too hot, to handle one thought scramblin' demandlin' Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched His counter in drive sex, wit a Narc son we movin' ri' (right) We want it so bad we might cry -What we do, depends on breath control, so it's the first thing you must learn. Fortunately it's easy. You'll soon learn. - My God so they are killers - Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood |
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Oh yeah, motherfucker It's real Y'all niggas hold your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat We street referees, we rock jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like beach nut Call off the mutts, it's me again Ghost, your host this evenin (Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonite) Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds Flair-laided Gucci joints, I never wore I might give 'em to my brother-in-law Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrows Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice We guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats Jungle in the club, we play Colombo Frost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve in the seam of his mink, he said "Don't drink" Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered Champ room down in Vegas, vendin machines I sip Alize' compliments of E&J [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin *singing* (Ghostface) x2] The streets is rough out here Crack game came and had us years What is a man to do? (Brother) (Stay true, stay true) |
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"Tony Starks fights again for survival, and by just a thin thread of electric current wins another victory." [Superb (Ghostface)] Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my niggas Crack spot niggas [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"] Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what y'all... Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me I remember days when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave. Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out I remember on the Island, can't tone out The mess hall crawler, about to zone out Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out [Chip Banks] See.. see.. see me I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and make the post and from pagin, sin astasian When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling' Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em" The best, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele' [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2] From Riker's Island to the Camay Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent [Ghostface Killah] Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century Best sellers, but niggas stay together Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens You program, broke bottles of Dom Seven inch bangles, back breakers I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble [Hell Razah] Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles Livin life without you, can't count you as great men Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan Durags and our pants hangin [Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again] [Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh That's right y'all Street corners Jail niggas Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven Big Un That's right y'all Word up All y'all, all y'all crumbs We made it, nigga Step the fuck off True indeed, true indeed Yeah, Ready Red That's right, my nigga Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it out Staten Island True indeed Five boroughs Check it, uh-huh |
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Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard body Rowdy Brighton God-body Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop Top of the world, get it rizzight Big to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice This is real lizzife, ain't nothin sweet God Sit down and think it through God Cuz comin all outta ya face'll get ya clap God [Girl] You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele [Ghostface Killah] Step in to the party, it's me God Almighty, Ghost still holdin that shotty Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope Duke it on the globe, thank God for my Wallabee shoes They done saved me, up three-nothin and Salt Lake City Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in em Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slap-hash Indian Milk on my mustache, drop to my chiny-chin Dive into dangerous parts, buildin with thirsty mammals White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks!" [RZA] Smack the girl, bailbonds man stripped of eighteen bronz man Tall like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Larry Johnson Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's Old Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, banana flow David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate Bones splitted fatal Wu swords, sour amputate Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks Our cash high right stock, our logo's on your rice box Plus your dice box, on the side upon your white socks Bobby got the mic cocked, BUCK BUCK, nice shot |
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[Ghostface] Ayo I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes His feet hurt , networkin he get no work Yo smack him where his hand hurt , fuck what he worth Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn for life , calcium man Watch him grab the Tums , he's a front Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her Big Bub did him somethin deadly , act premedidtated Buck 60 strike was the medley Nice like Van Halen , seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin Did two days thought he was jailin You get close , look at his hands That's the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it He ran away , frontin majorly , eyes like Sammy Davis jr. Rounded off with a fade g , he sport the Bob Hope classics Ran down Asics , Kmart , the short sleeve shit be the basics He eat hams shitted on himself twice , big hatted Jews Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights CHORUS: Yo let me tell you how the game go We gettin rid of all the prostitutes Tony wants the streets back fo sho Too many hustlers , too many thieves We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's Too much TV , guns and robberies Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy [Ghostface] Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives It's rainin , 85 degrees kinda muggy One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly Yo we up in Jonesy's posin , all these niggas know me )From fuckin wit , under theses niggas heavy parolees Yo we played the speaker And from a distance we could see these chains The P slayed , flat on his chest , was two plains Ashy hands yo , no need for rings at all He just cracked the V8 backed up , leaned against the wall Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip He throwin up six plates plus he studied Matrix He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint On him Flower look his man stood up before him The bitches hit the table , Jah king stripped off his cables Shots went off , Sam'll get a chance to make his debut Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns , hat fell off We nerd his wigworms , he hid behind Rich See Allah hit the light switch , young girls were trampled In the measured pool , pistol with Mase , and broke the handle Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours" Oh my goodness , Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin He layin like a gay models shoutin out Sebastian He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy No more god , the 68 thousand down a pair of three Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon It's over , another story told Lyin with the snakes , tongue kissin cobras CHORUS |
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[Ghostface Killah] Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke bottles scoring Pretty young thing loved the swings And times she got my ding-a-ling hard When she said push hard, she kept vaseline Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back Now held accountable right for my actions Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallows Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys Hope the years go slow, slow Surrounded by intelligence, life through education Healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out The cops are still coming, vibe with me Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting But you still telling lies to me Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus The faggot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn I really liked the girl, had dreams about her Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered") But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit So I jumped in Those were the days, made faces in school plays Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum Then engage him with them candy rings Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob I broked her chicko's sticks [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret Next looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean? Those were the days right there Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy YouknowhatImean? You'd just come in school for half days, and all that Just to see that little girl right there, ? to this Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean? May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean? Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean? Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean? Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean? A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean? That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man I wanna go back to school, man That's my word, man For real y'all, those were, those were the... goddamn y'all, you remember... |
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[Madam Majestic] Tommy Mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't Oh wonder that love [Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body) And cop a couple of these (She's a hottie, hottie) [Madam Majestic] Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset They're sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know they are over [U-God] One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin, Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bicardi Lime We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas [Madam Majestic, (U-God), {Ghost}] They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha) Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo) |
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Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the Beez they swarm Hold up the cold current appear warm My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic See the logo? A monument in hip-hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure No surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized with the high flyin death-defyin flow like the Rebel Right there, but you're one light year, from my level [Ghostface] Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit! [Raekwon the Chef] Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you The way we lamp, fans come and get you Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at the black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. [Cappadonna] Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore We tryin to get land riches and more Ghost put me on to it We just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at? Fakin the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'" Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter Y'all heard about us like we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue Calm down not tryin to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits We the glitch like Y2K Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible. His remarkable armor is supreme!" [Masta Killa] Yo Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body that shake like the bass I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest [Ghostface] Skip to the intro, rap through po' Smashed a fresh ball of wax ceasar Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin trunks Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights too bright Ghost is comin y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't Exile he no longer in the hood Bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax Roses tied to bombs on posts On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu |
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