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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all 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 with a brand new baby
from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in
And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a y'all
Fuck a state, charge
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two
Jumbo shits from New
Players and that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the on you, turning mothers to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
'Cause we cut the same cloth
Big guns to bang off
Slide off the cables and the rings off!

2]
We hold the weight of four
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented
mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't come (word)
Thats when the was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the town!
She struck two times, get caught, good blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your
So when the look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the rug
on note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your
Smack you in the back of your head on the while you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching
A bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato Arriada
On the day of death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! fuck hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Carrington holding the Dynasty
I motherfuckers up like meineke
and write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes "eat"
theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into treats
Im the taste in mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun in the grassy fatigues
niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!