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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, those lights down while I'm recording!
'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. what? you too nigga!
of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya done!
Eat a nigga!

1]
Catch me in the 80's
Old school Mercedes a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, bitch niggaz in they periods
say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only with fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the thing loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight
Fuck a state, light
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap sheet outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shits from New
and Pimps that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla is mean
Kid, none of motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place in bags
with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like gas
the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the cloth
Big guns to bang off
Slide off the cables and the rings off!

2]
We hold the of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down cars
Going mad 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was 'em
Niggaz couldn't come (word)
Thats when the block was wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck in the back of your spine
She put two cut up in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face in on the concrete rug
on that I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block you holding your dick
My semi, they it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through
Peel your potato like
On the day of your death people had candles but find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! your hood!
You ain't a legend like me!
Blake holding the Dynasty
I motherfuckers up like meineke
and write a thousand bar that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth,
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the fatigues
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!