Lirik Lagu Guns N' Razors - Ghostface Killah
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(feat. Cappadonna, Killa Sin, Trife Da God)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Oh shit, look at them, they running on footThey picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shitOh shit... and them niggaz stuck togetherOn some Siamese shit... yo
[Ghostface Killah]Yo, classic murders, slick gun materialBurnt up bodies that rock with no burialHammers that hardly work, go to workLike a slave on a hot day, with no waterBlow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked upJakes that play hero, they can get popped upFace fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meatFrom they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmesIt's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's cloneLike fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blownYour momma missing, your boys are cryingCut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buyingShit bags is like gift bags, you get it for freeIf you master fronting, classic cuttingYou keep stunting, them gem star'll rip somethingLook homey, it's the bloody sweepstakesGlove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struckNiggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truckThe red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavilyThe only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousyThe found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowingBullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still goingDriving side door, waves scoping, the window is brokenGlass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soakingHe probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with easeCops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leadsKnocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenantWas the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finishedDeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twentiesStopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his walletThe last call on his mobile phone was back to homeSorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome
[Cappadonna]This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing thingsWe stick niggaz up and we take they ringsMission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppableSpit razors out of our mouth and start chopping youBank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacleRopes hanging down from the roof, my parachuteSoaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, manWherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverizeBoat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut strawsDudes step off the scene, black face and four-fourThe CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores
[Killa Sin]Cash in abundance, the cats that I run withGot gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundredsI don't ask if I want it, my attitude is runningI don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yupMega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishesRakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight missesAnything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggazA tremendous spy, you can see the venom byMy nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to rideI'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energizedBeen advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocideMany men have died, from playing games from what they feel insideBrawl with it in me, put it on my enemyBe warned, defending me, like killing off a KennedyI silly song M.C.'s get sent on baseType of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya faceThis dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of placeShatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a negligePlay with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk itI, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Oh shit, look at them, they running on footThey picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shitOh shit... and them niggaz stuck togetherOn some Siamese shit... yo
[Ghostface Killah]Yo, classic murders, slick gun materialBurnt up bodies that rock with no burialHammers that hardly work, go to workLike a slave on a hot day, with no waterBlow you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked upJakes that play hero, they can get popped upFace fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meatFrom they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmesIt's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's cloneLike fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blownYour momma missing, your boys are cryingCut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buyingShit bags is like gift bags, you get it for freeIf you master fronting, classic cuttingYou keep stunting, them gem star'll rip somethingLook homey, it's the bloody sweepstakesGlove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struckNiggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truckThe red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavilyThe only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousyThe found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowingBullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still goingDriving side door, waves scoping, the window is brokenGlass back and shredded his grill, his collar was soakingHe probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with easeCops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leadsKnocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenantWas the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finishedDeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twentiesStopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his walletThe last call on his mobile phone was back to homeSorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome
[Cappadonna]This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing thingsWe stick niggaz up and we take they ringsMission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppableSpit razors out of our mouth and start chopping youBank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacleRopes hanging down from the roof, my parachuteSoaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, manWherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverizeBoat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut strawsDudes step off the scene, black face and four-fourThe CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores
[Killa Sin]Cash in abundance, the cats that I run withGot gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundredsI don't ask if I want it, my attitude is runningI don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yupMega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishesRakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight missesAnything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggazA tremendous spy, you can see the venom byMy nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to rideI'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energizedBeen advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocideMany men have died, from playing games from what they feel insideBrawl with it in me, put it on my enemyBe warned, defending me, like killing off a KennedyI silly song M.C.'s get sent on baseType of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya faceThis dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of placeShatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a negligePlay with the biscuit, dick, don't even risk itI, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate
