歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《The Pretty Toney Album》

Aiyo, Ghost, what's up *****?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and *****t
You caught me all the way in
Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock
Suprise, time started already, mutha*****a, say that *****t, *****
I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all,
I throw my darts sideways
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Lovely lady, ***** the spades, drive the kid crazy
Before I go to bed, an hour later
People be talkin',
I feed dolphins
My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office
My skills is a fortune,
Robbin' Leech out a suite auction
Teach then fall off the greatest, ***** what they say'
Cuz we against the abortions and we
Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes
Got them clothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat
Albert *****s, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures
Lookin' all suspicous,
I'm outAiyo, hold up, what the ***** you stop for?(I got somethin' in my)
Nah, you can't be stoppin',
GWhat the ***** you ain't got, aiyo, you buggin' and *****t
Son, you gotta hurry the ***** up
Time is runnin' *****, come, what the *****?
I work magic out of liquor store
Give me a dollar and
I turn that ***** into five
And all I need is one more to get things started
Get retarded and once you,
I'mma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them *****z up
They be up in the club, six-three tree'd up
With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up
This is how
I'mma kill 'em with four lines left
Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo
Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo
It's time to ***** up on account in a house or blow
Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, ***** that four-line *****t
You cheatin' and *****t,
I ain't come here for all that(I'm tired, though Lord, what the *****)
What you mean you tired and *****t,
G?You suppose to be that *****, ***** then show me
If you that *****, then show me, *****
I hold a mic like
I'm Gail Sails
Hoppin' over chairs like
O.J., my ru*****n' yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay
Get off my
D-I, then go
C the K'***cuse me
Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may day
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
We have an
A.P.B. on
Starks and
Trife the
GodWe left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue
We was frozen and
I brought an iced out
TrojanThat's for *****es whose golden, who got
Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean
Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothin'
Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boatin'
I be potent like ibuprofen,
I be coastin'
With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin'
This mutha*****a made the clock, mutha where the *****?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha, you be cheatin'
That's that
Staten Island, bull*****t
Theodore, you know you might be a
GhostBut you ain't
Houdini, mutha*****a