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featuring Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna
[singing] We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... [Raekwon the Chef] Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge knowledgists Street astrologists, light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel all fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your union It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstile On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials Especially that, aluminium bat in the act Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex Index finger be sore, busting these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Laying with my bitches and my man's in Lex Lands We losing them, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusing them, rocking his jewels like we using them Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the Older God, build with the Son and the Star Chorus: All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us [Ghostface Killah] Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes Robbing niggaz for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zooming like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be dallying Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians Chorus [Cappadonna] Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, whattup Lils, murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Crystal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The Mad Hatter big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it, Jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang, sweep it Out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is hand cocked '96, my ill sound clash is still hot, get yourself shot Chorus |
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* also known as Water Technique
"Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha, ha! (sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch) The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat Yeah... "The sky is high, the cloud is low" (fuck him) "But my water technique is hard to think" (yeah, check the live shit) "that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" (uhh) Verse One: Ghostface What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless Some are out of this world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules Take a blast fool boobie trap up crews it's natural like soy bean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns The segment, rare fragment comes together like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet Going through mad phases, of all ages Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze Press call ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller Tucker sleeping gas umbrella A war where they're gunning in the back of Armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session It's over, I file this and glow like fluorescent *Raekwon sings some shit over Water Technique samples* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes, mega powder dripping from they nose Fucking Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose Send them for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holding money that's convertible, beds with feathered bags With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad You onion head niggaz spread out and parley Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine" Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid Ricki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig he's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money swearing like he's on But anyway back to furry Kangols Jamaican Wallabees My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-knowledgy My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards Next year two hundred niggaz coming with swords! |
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featuring Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna
Intro: Ghostface (sample is Teddy Pendergrass) What's happening [love was never born to say, goodbye] what's happenin [love was never born to say, goodbye] Yo, yeah! (Smoking?) Yeah. [just another helpless] We gotta come smoking [fool in love is what I am] This is it (We smoke baby) [just another helpless] another chamber baby [fool in love is what I am] slide y'all in *Cappadon* You know how we do! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs? Ain't butting I'm just hibernating love that watch Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy and transport bricks steal in many fifties Fuck negotiating is you wit me is you waiting Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither Cuban Linx skeezer, why you acting like a rap teaser I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged Nigga you small change I only fuck with Figaro chains Analysing Miss Clairol, Fendi down mascara on Assistant manager in Paragon Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Say goodbye... Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born... Verse Two: Cappadonna Socializing, vibing with my eyes on dot She this book cover lady that be blowing up the spot While my heart was racing, like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me putting out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today your hands are softer than Camay too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry Caught visions of me and you riding on the ferry Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, intelligent Whispered in my ear that she's celibate Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair As we stopped to stare at one another Black sister, the brother I'm thinking all the time how she could be my lover Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Just another helpless Fool in love is what I am Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born to say, goodbye Just another helpless Fool in love is what I... Verse Three: Ghostface Killah What's happening brown sugar? Say you look so good today Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins Your complexion gives a reflection of sometime a black woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of humour Wish I would of bumped into your frame a lot sooner What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you working at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy living Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and not afraid to doubt need a God on your side We holding hands til death do us apart and then we slide Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo Should have left wiz a thousand times maybe tonight though But you sexy motherfucker damn what's the recipe? You make a nigga wanna GOD DAMN Can you cook darling, at the stove you're revolving Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving Here take my number let me pull the chair from under I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Love was never born to say, goodbye (5x) Just another helpless fool in love is what I am (repeat to fade) |
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Intro one:
- What they gives you blood? - Three months man. - Watchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your mama. - How old are you boy? - Thirteen. - Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be running outta niggaz to arrest. Intro: Ghostface Yeah, ooh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real [Ghostface Killah] Yo, dwelling in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm going through this difficult stage I it find hard to believe Why my Old Earth had so many seeds But she's her own woman and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits 'cause we was poor Grab the pliers from the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rocking each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nothing but my Mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and Grandma held the family down I guess Mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon, he peed in the bed Seven o'clock, plucking roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watching Saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating, "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrassing I couldn't stand and knock on they door My friends might be laughing, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbour Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, Moms would lick her fingertips To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit Case worker had her running back to face to face I caught a case, housing tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyse the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here...why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through (Repeat 4x) [Mary J. Blige] I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I wouldn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh, from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always [Poppa Wu] Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun, moon and stars And them planets, that exist in my space Like man, woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol' days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See, 'cause if you forget where you come from, hehe You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a hole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Hehehe, yeah hehehehe ahahehehe |
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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...) |
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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]
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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[goldie]
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) [goldie] 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. bizerk, 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 [goldie, (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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| 4:09 |
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[Singer]
One goes through this rhyme that you He made up his mind That every little thing he does Be designed to entertain you (yeah) Ooooh (yeah), his whole life through (that's right) He's been walking through the rain (rain) Until the day he rhyme for you (uh huh, uh huh) And the sun came pouring down (tell 'em girl) [Ghostface] Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts Starks stays in luck, truck There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowin Indo Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro Throw this in your whip, convent, your tens blow Yo' I kick the ill rhymes like this Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this C'mon, stop frontin at a time like this Pretty Tone in the house, you better hide your bitch [Chorus: *Singer*] Ghost showers just a sign of the power You feel in you, oh baby Ghost showers got you by the hour You're dancing, too, oh baby [Ghostface] Behind the wall action Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all Little Debbie say "I bet he do" Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy Kicked the ill rhyme, nah, nah, I said it before I keep the club moist, ladies throw they panties on the floor Action, Atlantic City lights, main attraction Slick talk, jiggy at the door, got the gat and [Singer + (Ghost talking)] (Yeah, c'mon) Oooh, you know that rhyme won't end (We 'bout to slow this down right about know and...) Makes your day worthwhile (...you know, wait for the drop to come back in and all that and uh) It takes your day that's sad and blue (C'mon baby girl, sing that, uh, c'mon, didn't y'all like that?) On a ride to far and move (C'mon, didn't y'all like that? Yeah, say what, say what, say what) On that dark and troubled sea (Uh, ma', that's right now) Ghost showed you the light (Tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all, didn't I tell y'all?) And now you're dancing so fast and so free (Uh huh, ay yo, hold on, I got you baby) They're leaving stormy skies behind (Check it, I run it back people, let's go, here we go now) [Ghostface] Yo, who got the biggest burner? Ask the Terminator, Wes Snipes shit plus Ghost meets Vegas Stage show magician, dip with with a bunch of candy I got a lot of babies, y'all ain't family If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me In 2003 the lease is up We on the block now, no need for y'all re'in up Pop your seat up, chop the weed up, excuse me if I'm horny No doubt, I might knock the beat up Florence style, all up on the set freezed up All player haters get swiss cheesed up Muthafucka if you with me, throw your hands up Look, money at the bar, pick your man up Me and Reese Piece is like diamonds in the rough I need Viacom money, but rhymin ain't enough [Chorus] [Ghostface talking through chorus] Yo, Starks Enterprise, yeah, c'mon That's right, you heard, party muthafuckin people, yeah It's like that, straight up, nothin but the top, bitch Yeah, that's right, that's my shit This shit make you wanna go...yo' Feel-Ghost, feel Ghost, feel Ghost, now flow it, now back Hop, hop, hop, word [talking to fade] [Bridge - *Singer* through 2nd chorus and Ghost talking] Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go, go now from here? Ghost showers got you by the hour, holding you, taking you, blessing you Ahhhh baby, the showers |
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[Ghostface Killah] Yeah, damn mom It's gone be aight, don't worry about it Knowha'msayin, I'ma just go I'ma just pack my shit Peace out, aight Don't worry about it I still love you though [Chorus - Carl Thomas] I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) But you'll never understand, noooooo Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo I gave you everything and you still fucked my head up Children (I'm sorry Ghost) Not now, shut up Got back off the road, heard you sleepin with fam The whole hood ran up on me, I was like "Damn!" So I stepped back, sized the whole situation patiently Arguments, face up in the air like you hatin me Ask you one question, was it good? He have you on the wall like me, was it hood? You probably showed him your sexy faces, how you ride on top Grabbin the sheets, in a deep zone if he hit the spot I came home on Friday, Saturday I found out That night I cried with the kids, I was out And my man, I'ma do him in And the Lord knows best what I'ma do to him And you can keep the crib - all I'm sayin is, let me find out you got men around my kids [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage 'Member those days had you smellin my boxes Old Gold up in the hood and Big Dup We could push through the grimiest streets, then throw it up Like "That's my nigga!" Anybody got somethin bad to say, son'll come through and deliver Brushin off his 88 clocks, y'all can't touch him I bet a wad on it, y'all can't fuck with him Semi-shy, and I'm laid back, crystal hats Heard ya water broke I was like "Phewww" and ran back I ran back fast, broke my arm in the mix To find out that bird nigga tappin my shit It's alright 'do, maybe he came up with the right dough Bigger dick, I don't know, must have been the best flow This thing here, ever man in the world goes through But fuck that, I put alotta money up, I'm hatin! [Chorus] [Carl Thomas] 2x It was like ecstasy girl Found out it was dizzin ya world Had us livin in a fantasy world I wish we never broke up girl [Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo you killed me with that "Who bought this?" I bought that Knowin damn well in reality you bought jack You ain't lift one finger, but you claimin what's yours Runnin all through the house, bugged out, slammin doors We used to dress like twins - sweats, baby blue Timbs You even scratched my Benz, let the pigs in You think that I'm the biggest bird in America? Catch me on TV, I'm come back, never the... [Chorus] 2x |
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"I want you, you've got me, something soothing" [x4]
[Killa Sin] The fuck? Yo, somebody sent their wolf pack and in clappin' rounds Actin' like, what a way to play these clowns Shady towns, guerillas tryin' to lay me down Yo Lady Brown, I'll set it up, who give a fuck? We vested up from head to gut, them niggas won't get the best of us The talk to me, silently they stalk with me Armed to the titles, should've seen me And let us out of these sheets, believe 'em, leave 'em Coughin' and bleedin', even barfin' and wheezin' Son they called for a year at Oz and we gon' make it even +Burning Season+, Lord, keep all prawn on the head, Lord The more beef they bring Killa, the mark steak to grease off One shot nearly took a cheek off, should've seen him leapin' and dancin', had all intention to smack him and jack him like Jackie lease, son Bloody Wu Dons, Episode 1 , Wu weapons get spun And those who gamble with them hammers'll surely step up to come "Get over here woman!" [Interlude: RZA] Yo, nigga, pass the mothafuckin' velvety, nigga (No more mothafuckin' velvety) What the fuck is that? Grey Goose, nigga? (Yeah, yo) Yo, where the fuck is Tony at, man? He in the room right here? (True, so chill son, chill son He gettin' his dick sucked A bitch suckin' his dick) Not again, B (Damn, nigga) Yo, Tony! (Yo baby, chill, chill) Yo, hold up (A bitch suckin' his dick) Oh shit, son, she slurpin' and burpin' (Fuck that) Listen, listen, listen, listen (Oh shit he gettin' his dick sucked) [Ghostface Killah] Five and a half in Boys, ass is off the hook High school pussy, heard you got the best nookie Sugar walls, watch and love, slide right on my dick Gon' palm on ya ass like this while you ridin' it I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec Feel it at the tip, ma', ya pussy's too wet One false move and I'ma blast like the very first time Burnt you with candle wax fast while you was slobbin' mine Dick is sensitive, you move, baby here it is Oh Lord, , Comin' for days, wettin' ya cage My dick is like the sprinklers and maybe ya dush, I'm here to save the day Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas "I want you, you've got me, something soothing" [x4] |
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