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Ghostface Killah

Dennis Coles (born May 9, 1970), better known by his stage name Ghostface Killah, is an American rapper and prominent member of the Wu-Tang Clan. After the group achieved breakthrough success in the aftermath of Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), the members went on to pursue solo careers to varying levels of success. Ghostface Killah debuted his solo-career with Ironman in 1996, which was well received by music critics. He has continued his success over the following years with critically acclaimed albums such as Supreme Clientele (2000) and FishScale (2006). His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing. more »

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2000

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Hey yo
I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint
Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly
Like f*ck it, look how these niggas duck shit
One kid hollering what looking up, he the big wig
Fake ass cat, low life, sodomize mind
Beating niggas, big bricks of bread selling mad dimes
His feet hurt, networking he get no work
Yo smack him where his hand hurt, f*ck what he worth
Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns
Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run
Plus he ill in the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man
Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front
Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass
Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her
Big Bub did him something deadly, act premeditated
Buck 60 strike was the medley
Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peeling
Did two days thought he was jailing
You get close, look at his hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talking bout the cuffs did it
He ran away, fronting majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr.
Rounded off with a fade , he sport the Bob Hope classics
Ran down Asics, Kmart, the short sleeve shit be the basics
He eat hams shitted on himself twice, big hatted Jews
Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights

Yo let me show you how the game go
We getting rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back fo sho
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fucking up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the four devils jealousy

Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit
The other night they kidnapped his brother poking it with knives
It's raining , 85 degrees kinda muggy
One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly
Yo we up in Jonesy's posin, all these niggas know me
From fucking with, under theses niggas heavy parolees
Yo we played the speaker
And from a distance we could see these chains
The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two plains
Ashy hands yo, no need for rings at all
He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall
Looking flower, he just came home, he on like a f*ck
Did a dime for holding up the gods up in the armored truck
Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip
He throwing up six plates plus he studied Matrix
He's a wally horse shout it out sweating through his velour
Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
Sammy eagerly rode up on him, taxi off the turkey with the joint on him
Flower look his man stood up before him
The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables
Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut
Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off
We nerd his wig worms, he hid behind Rich
See Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled
In the measured pool, pistol with Mase, and broke the handle
Desperate crawling to the door on all fours
Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours"
Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashing
He laying like a gay models shouting out Sebastian
He smiled with his teeth missing begging for mercy
No more god, the 68 thousand down a pair of three
Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin'
Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon
It's over, another story told
Lying with the snakes, tongue kissing cobras

Yo let me tell you how the game go
We getting rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back fo sho
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fucking up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the four devils jealousy

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