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Ghostface Killah
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One'(feat. T.M.F.
[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), ] 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?) How many nuts you might bust? {'one'} Haha, straight up and down {'one'} (How many shots?) {'one'} {'one'} (That's it) Word up How many cakes we bake, y'all? {'one'} (Yo, yo, yo) {'one'} (Aw shit, haha) {'one'} {'one'}
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