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Ghostface Killah
Featuring(s) : Method Man & Streetlife
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt, it be the champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb The Black Asian wrist location keeps circulating My wonder twin power activate shit on this nation Allah seen represent the gumby wintergreen Who walk mean stand up on your block and burn a bean Sip Ballantyne looking at that bitch wide behind The thing that's fucking up her grill is that swine Then turn around take my last pull off the L These niggas up the block keep looking at me well Do they want the jewel, It Ain't Hard to Tell I recognize a face, he acting like Denzel Fuck 'em, I want to check Mo for a chop Told him: bald on the sides, light fade, rough top Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame My dialogue's rebellious rain and reign supreme Glanced at a red light, seen Killah get on a ninja bike Show my love to the god, he peeled out and made a right {*Sound of speeding motorcycle*} [Chorus: Method Man] When you walking down your street with your box in your hand And you bringing the music of the Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your radio, rapping Your feet start to dancing and your hands start the clapping [Verse 2: Streetlife] Street's running through your dance hall gunning Like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MCs with summons For pumping that watered down substance, peep this Slugs finger creeping, making moves like Crying Freeman Prince of Thieves, Earth third seed Heavyweight like Golden Fleece as homicide stroll the streets In blue Caprice and looking for thugs holding heat Inner city beef got me plotting trilogy To dispose enemies sneak attacks, I'm beyond and above that Seen that, done that–respect, black I catch a slug to your hardhat, lounging in the Everglades Surfing the airwave, catch a Buck-50 With the razor blade swiftly, Shaolin cats be shiesty Strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey [Chorus: Method Man] When you walking down your street with your box in your hand And you bringing the music of the Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your radio, rapping Your feet start to dancing and your hands start the clapping [Verse 3: Method Man] Rest your headpiece on this one son, cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous type ones'lI get you done I'm looking at these cutthroat kids and how they live It's like we was partners in spades and you renege Can't fuck with no nigga like that, he get me jack Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black Whole 7 and a half, up right and roll tight Fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25 To life on this mic device I'm nothing nice A mixture of long wild rice and Old Spice Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it Flip it, daddy long dick it, slide A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches You thought weak but meant wicked Niggas choke off my secondhand smoke, lifted Everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm Hit me with the 18 Bronze/Buddha Palm About to blow like Napalm, go for your arm Prepare for the warfare or buy a share Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah Johnny about to go there, need another year Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
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