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Ghostface Killah

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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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2006
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Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the f*ck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!
Na hmean yo, what? F*ck you too nigga!
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a dick nigga!

Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only f*ck with cute bitches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandeliers, lit up like a lamp, who cares
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
F*ck a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers f*ck with my team, uh!

Ayo we the live niggas holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to mourners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty cash, cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, we got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off!

We hold the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecs, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggas couldn't come through (word)
That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggas like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
It's the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
On that note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth!

Ayo we the live niggas holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to mourners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty cash, cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, we got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off!

Yo, ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter
F*ck your marrow! F*ck your hood!
You ain't a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke
And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin' desserts mad heavy into salt treats
I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking niggas off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin' on caffeine

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Written by: Daniel Thompson, Dennis Coles, Theo Bailey

Lyrics © Spirit Music Group

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