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Ghostface Killah
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Smooth Sailing Remix
Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Solomon Childs & Streetlife To another jail and his banger is old fire He's locked up with them dudes from the fuckin' Wire That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough And flossed all through the house, robe on, ruger out
Homebuyers see the sign, yeah, y'all, I'm movin' out In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out Thirty G, livin' room sets, porcelain plates With big giant wall units, even the front grass
Saw your boy doin' it, Tone Stark, he'll never fall I even put worked in under the floor In the box with the ox and my skeleton jaw Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call
They'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' When the heat shot, now your crew's bailin' I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down Go five and turn to let the biz all I found
Man I thought we told y'all niggas before, Wu-Tang is for the children P.O.'s violate your dirty urine These dealers in the lobby of my buildin', ice grillin' I don't catch cold to catch feelin's, I put in that work, then catch millions
If that don't work, back to stealin' Snatch me a purse and stack real in Meth, I'm that dealin', millionaire, slash chameleon I mastered the juks, one of my niggas 'Masta killin''
Spray shots, clap civilians at the dinner table Off of the love of crack dealin' once again the fatal Blind guillotine, enable Paper rob me able, my woman is all pre-matul
I got mouths to feed, nigga 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And I'm the hand that rocks the cradle Just like Hova but I ain't tryin' to 'roc' the label I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me eye a coka Honey's wanna fuck and the industry fucks 'em over
They'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' When the heat shot, now your crew's bailin' I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down Go five and turn to let the biz all I found
I got my Ghostface on 'cause I'm a Killah I live the Streetlife, why, I'm that nigga Label me a beast, call me U-Godzilla When I rumble in the jungle, I go gorilla
Step on the set, Inspectah Deck, you Dead in your face, straight RZArect you You highly mistaken, I'm hotter than Satan Catch me in the kitchen with blood on Chef apron
I'm known to Cap a Don, big gun in my palm I'm like my arm is gone Plus I Masta the Kill, give you somethin' you can really feel Got many methods to kill a man, if it's real, you real
The world's worse like Dirt McGirt Fuck a bitch raw dog then dig in her purse Yeah, that boy's a Genius, I stay fresh like I'm straight out the cleaners I walk hard like a criminal, holdin' my penis
They'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' When the heat shot, now your crew's bailin' I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down Go five and turn to let the biz all I found
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