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I'll give the game a tryyyyy Ghostface Killah. Aiyo, my rose was good, plus my face was good. The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood. And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the
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, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out. They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth. Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid. Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig. And yo
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know me big spenders, gave us those monster drinks. Sent us ? and cigars that stink. Playing them oldie but goodie classics, them honies had fat asses. Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they
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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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. . Ghostface Killah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet. And these * little faggots don't believe it's Ghost. Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got
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first met cha Ghostface Killah. Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose. I had my road dogs follow your troops. Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew. With a flow so sick, my high
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Ghostface Killah. Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!. Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the * out the room, G!. Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!. Nah'mean yo. what
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all in. Hear girls ballin, all night. Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in. Hear girls ballin, all night Verse 3 Ghostface Killah & Elephant Man. Yo, yo, yo this is Tony and Ele and we
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after I crucify him, you next!. And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face. I'm the Champ! Ghostface Killah. Who want to battle the Don?. I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
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top You can't lose, what you don't push 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 late Saturday night, big
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, fifty beans and. And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey ass right?. Alright Ghostface. AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top!. You lucky you cool, I'ma
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(I'll die for you) Just some real *. . Ghostface Killah. Aiyo, I'll die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord. On the battlefield, wounded badly, holding a sword. With no questions asked, I
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Aiyyo, here's a little story ghetto situation. 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations. She was so fly, get high, well understood. Big-ass, big brains and straight out the hood Yo, aiyyo, I
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calling my name. But I don't hear a word they say. . Ghostface Killah. It was him, the cornerstore and a buttered roll. The * dropped when I gave him two stomach holes. One to the face, he fell
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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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nights. Big heavy pots over hot stoves,. Mayonnaise jars and water. With rocks in 'em. Got my whole project outta order. A KILO IS A THOUSAND GRAMS. Beige, gold, brown, dirty fluffy tan, extract oil
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, faster guns, we party every night. 'Cause we perform, every day of the week for that price Mobb Deep, who you know got a similar catalogue. And still sound brand new, like we just started?. The Carhatt
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. He got vexed and smacked his boo. Took off, continued my travels, seen a rock from the Titanic. Lookin' fat and, nah, it wasn't damaged Then I seen somethin' real big, sky blue and gold. with white
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Intro Ghostface Killah. Oh *, look at them, they running on foot. They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone *. Oh *. and them niggaz stuck together. On some Siamese *. yo
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D. r. e. a. m. - Miley Cyrus, Ghostface Killah. You're in my bed uninvited. It's fine 'cause I'm in the mood. Hope you don't mind if I spike it. We'll drink it, just me and you. Pre-Chorus Miley
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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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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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. The second I walked in the whole room got still. I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal. And she conceited, she gotta reason. She got her hair did, she got her weave in and I'ma
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plantains and rice. Big round onions on a T-bone steak. My stomach growling yo I want some. Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door. Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my
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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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Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts. On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us. Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back. Four hundred G's, on the concrete, save that
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set me up to watch me die. Tie me up and put me in the trunk then wave bye-bye. (Dump dump dump). Everyone who know me know that I'm Mobb Deep. And I keep it true and ain't afraid to shoot so duck
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?} {kiss my *, motherfucker, burn 'em. Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye} Portrayin', won't be payin', uh huh, uh huh. Yeah, no doubt, no doubt
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goons spin a garment Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us. They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order. Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters. 'Cuz pain
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Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear. Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair. Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze. Turned around and saw a
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y'all, y'all shoulda seen what I did. So, so pretty, so pretty, y'all hear how she sounds right?. She sounds crazy right? Yes. This what happened at the bus stop She turned around and this grown lady
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cuffs. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl. We about to, girl Yo, party over here ain't * over there. The Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here. Wherever
