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Ghostface Killah - Ghostface lyrics
<i>[Chorus: female singer (Ghostface Killah)]</i> Ghostface... (Yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these songs?) Ghostface... (What ya'll talkin' bout... I can't hear ya'll!) Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A little louder) Ghostface... <i>[Ghostface Killah]</i> Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night Or at the Emmy's, Bentley's, Roll Royce, all white Fresh kicks, star studded up A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini's roll up Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond Shoot out the clock while I'm killin' timin' Eight-mill just to resign me My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can't find me It's like, all he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J. Bring it back like an instant replay Please, get these wack records off of me I can't breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez It's like they love garbage (yeah), for God's sake, I'm the real artist Hear they songs, dumb niggas father's Under my wing like Sanford and Son Weird sons, I'm a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Ghostface Killah]</i> I'm like a green and white kickball, I bounce Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz In the third grade, I bagged Penny Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many Now Daddy's blowin' 'sherm and Remi On the road toll up, bust the promoter so I can shit in Denny's This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers Bangles get tangled and they cause manners Money, don't stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it Rock them boats and I copped them ropes Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats Hold my tongue around fake niggas Look at 'em sideways and pull my trees Ask me to hit it, I'm like, Nigga Please, fuck outta here! Fuck war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear <i>[Hook: Ghostface Killah]</i> Ghost dough and spend it though Plus got the pen exposed Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn Take a look at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo Everything I'm hearin' is weak We got them long biscuits, long clip shit Run for the hills and re-charge your shit Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Outro: woman]</i> The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler Gangsta, playa, hardcore muthafucka living today... |
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