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Исполнитель: Ghostface Killah f T.M.F.

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[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]<br>Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"}<br>Yeah, to glorious days {"one"}<br>Yeah God, check it out y`all<br>We back, yes yes y`all {"one"}<br>(Fake roller derbies)<br>Yeah, masked avengers<br>We`re here to sharpen your sword {"one"}<br>All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan<br>Scream on it, Ghost<br><br>[Ghostface]<br>Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake<br>We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {"one"}<br>Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass<br>Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}<br>Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know<br>like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"}<br>Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion<br>Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"}<br>Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk<br>Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"}<br>Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target<br>when the NARC`s hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"}<br>You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted<br>on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}<br>Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked<br>Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}<br>Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice<br>The branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}<br>Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you<br>See daddy rock a wristful {"one"}<br>Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles<br>Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}<br>Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle<br>Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}<br><br>[T.M.F. - both]<br>To my real bitches take your drawers off<br>To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}<br>Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face<br>and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"}<br><br>[Ghostface]<br>Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies<br>Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}<br>Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts<br>Fast from the heart y`all, and GROW UP {"one"}<br><br>Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask<br>That`s the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {"one"}<br>Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash<br>Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}<br>Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed<br>Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}<br>Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes<br>Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"}<br>Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes<br>Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}<br>Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress<br>Distract the cat while I`m high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}<br>Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins<br>Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open<br>Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover<br>Hit the sport`s bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}<br>Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture<br>Castor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}<br>Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy<br>God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}<br><br>Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies<br>Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}<br>Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts<br>Fast from the heart y`all, and GROW UP {"one"}<br><br>[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), <Big Trife>]<br>Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint<br>We all connect as {"one"}<br>(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y`all<br>(Staple-town, y`all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"}<br>(Ah-hah, knowI`msayin? Trey-Mack, what?) <Shaolin, Staple-town, B><br>How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}<br>Haha, straight up and down<br><Staple drop a nigga, yo> {"one"}<br>(How many shots?) {"one"}<br><Gunnin for the dome and it only takes...> {"one"}<br>(That`s it) Word up<br>How many cakes we bake, y`all? {"one"}<br>(Yo, yo, yo) <How many L`s we smoke?> {"one"}<br>(Aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga?> {"one"}<br><At a time, you know how we do, at a time...> {"one"}

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