歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《GhostDeini The Great》

作词 : Burke, Coles, Evans, Woods
Uh huh, uh huh, ************, uh huh
Yeah, I see that,
I see that
All y'all fake ************* up in the joint, huh?
Stealin' my light, huh?
Watch me,
Duke, watch me
Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
FBI try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speakin'
Crushed out heavenly,
UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and brocolli,
Wally's look stinky
With his man straight from
Raleigh Durham, he recognized
KojakI slapped him five, masta killa cracked his tiny form
E'rybody break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that,
I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassin' ******, my imposters scream they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin' at the center
Debut '93L.
P told you to enter
Punk faggot ****** stealin' my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma
Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch
Cadillacs, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at
Paul's Pastry rack
Walk with me like
Dorothy tried to judge these
Plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees
Gettin' waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the
BibleAnd tell lies too,
I'm the ultimate
Splash the
Wolverine razor sharp ring, dolomite
Student in role holdin' it
Aiyyo, this rappin's like
Ziti, facin' me real
TVCrash at high-speeds, strawberry,
KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the
Gods bailThese
Staten Island ferryboat cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life,
Apollo kids live to spit the real
A pair of bright phat yellow air max
Hit the racks, snatch 'em up son, 20 dollars off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin'
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night
Dallas verse
Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain ****** my kicks up
Wasn't lookin', splashed in the puddle
***** laughin', first thought was beat the ***** up
Mossied off gracefully,
New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries
Same ghostface, holy in the mind
Last scene
Manhatten
ChaseWe drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound
We split a fair one, poker nose money
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in
Grant's tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion
Knowin' now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color
Freezin' in valor, ice-sicle galore
Gas station light gleamin' on the wall
Cop wiseguy jams,
James Bond vans
****** flipped timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams
Pose at the stand-off, mad timid
Hopin' that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo
Aiyyo, this rappin's like
Ziti, facin' me real
TVCrash at high-speeds, strawberry,
KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the
Gods bailThese
Staten Island ferryboat cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life,
Apollo kids live to spit the real