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Ghostface Killah
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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] Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jake We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {'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 Branches in my weed be the vein {'one'} Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, i miss you See that he rock a wrist, dude {'one'} Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles Layin like needles in the hospital {'one'} Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle Ziploc your ear, here thistle {'one'}
[t.m.f. - both] To my real bitches take your draws 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] Eh yo, 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'}
Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {'one'} Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when i dumped the trash Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {'one'} Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {'one'} Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {'one'} Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {'one'} Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress Distract that cat while i'm hot sugar get a crack at this {'one'} Dickin down oprah, jump rope, david think he's rasta Black man, dc hit to mocha {'one'} Two 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 Pastor troy layin for travolta {'one'} Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {'one'}
Eh yo, 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>] Eh yo, 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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