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), God is good. (Good) Everything is good, come on, let's go Ghostface Killah. Goose over ice cubes, pass the O. J. Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways. Come here, sit on my lap, it's
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We are the G, O-D's. And we came to rock, the spot. Like Ironman Starks. They be the illest MC's, in the world today. Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A. So listen to them clear, and put the box right
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in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? Trife Da God. Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck. Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck. The red
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for mic fights. (And plus the cold war) This rhyme you digest through the RZA console. Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole. Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame. Golden Arms is bronze
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and Pimps that bit off Fiends. Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean. Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers * with my team, Uh! Chorus Trife Da God. Aiyyo
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Intro Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan). Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g. I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year. (New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son?. (Go and get up
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Chorus Ghostface Killah. Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust. If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot. Up early in the mornin, kick the door in, wave the 4 an'. (*) the
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Intro Ghostface Killah. Uh-huh Ghostface Killah. Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military. Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day. Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word
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friend talking to Ghostface. Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo). Yo stay on top of that nigga when you gettin your cut G. That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son). Look what he did to my
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Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga). You ain't hungry. Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym. Get out of my ring, you disgust me Ghostface Killah. Godzilla bankroll. Stones from Stilion. Yo
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sun or the rain, through the pain. I'ma hold you down, hold you down. Through the good, or the bad times, I got love for you. The stress and the heart aches, so much love for you, yeah Yo, it's not
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into the pot. You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck. Go all in, if you're feeling your cards, deep in your gut It was a cash game, 100 200 dollar table. Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God
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her. We on the block when the bills start creepin' on her. She right there when it gets sticky. She strict politic to the vicky's And a fly aviator the color of sky. God on her side Indian chick
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Ghostface Killah. Yo, yo. Telekinesis, I'm purifying these D speeches. While I'm crying, I clean the feet of the sweet Jesus. Dreams, visions get blurry of the Elohim, it's light. It's known to tear retinas
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(Shizzle) dem want it all in. Hear girls ballin, all night. Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in. Hear girls ballin, all night Verse 2 Ghostface Killah. Yo! It's about that time for me to go
