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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! on that bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. Fuck 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 drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these bitch in they periods
They say I be living the role, '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 y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, charge
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shits New Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off
Quick, switch with the hands, blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck my team, Uh!

Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the on you, turning mothers to morners
launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango 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 ready to off
Slide off the cables and the rings off!

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

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every in your wrist
you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching
A hundred of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel potato like Arriada
On the day of death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! your hood!
You a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington the Dynasty
I muffle up like meineke
and write a thousand bar that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the deep
And cruisin mad heavy into salt treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth,
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy
niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!