Ghostface Killah

(feat. Trife Da God) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo!

You done slept on Tony "Tony Starks!" "Ironman!" You done slept on Tony "Yo, before that, I was getting it on" You done slept on Tony "Tony Starks!" "Ironman" You done slept on Tony "I was getting it,

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro Son trifling fuck, wildflower on the cycling Pick up the brew thought I

Pretty Tone, I got you, fingers Morphine flow, lean on the brass gold I can see your snake eyes without the crap roll Bust the mack stroll, laughing at you assholes Sticking thorns in my pride like the Black Crowes Cracking your dome for breakfast, D

Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie Chop the O, sprinkle a littl

Hook: Ghostface KillahWar, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed Ghostface KillahAiyo, what up homey, it's Toney, revenge is so sweet And I move

(Intro: Kid Capri) Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby, whoa Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid Capri Let's celebrate New York, around the world, and Yo, Ghostface, go in heavy, man, let's do it (Chorus 1

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[Intro One: (some movie)] What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest [Intro: Ghostface] Y

Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt You say, "Why did you do it with him today?" And sniff me out like I was tanqueray 'Cause you're my fella, my guy Hand me your Stella and fly By the time I'm

Yeah, them niggas talking bout y'all always want some lyrics, right? Real lyrics, well here we go, I'm a tell you a little story That's right, watch this shit, nigga, here we go, y'all, your ass Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh-huh Dope, drugs,

Throw me in a mosh pit I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in for a classic killin' If I turn my back and walk that means I'm chillin' Got bitches in mi casa boiling fresh lobsters But I don't