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Ghostface Killah
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One
[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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