Lirik Lagu Iron Maiden - Ghostface Killah
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(feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna)
[Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")]
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?Got a message for Smokey.Give it.You Smokey, man?Give it!If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' messageMotherfucker, I said gimme the message!It's from Willie, in the slam.Nigga, you been busted?Yeah, the man picked me up.Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers tokeep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stickaround for awhile.Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk likeyou?Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, justme and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!)
(Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh)(Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one)
[Raekwon:]
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirsDeluxe rap cavaliersMidgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Sit back jollyin'My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'Drug Somalians pollyin'
[Verse One: Raekwon]
Many raps they crochetin'Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'But haven't been payin'For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fearCaesar fade style, usually tough grenadeThrow a blade, fuck gettin' laidGuzzle this shit like GatoradeBig-dick Wallies have never half-suedeConnectin' with the hot style is doneLight up a chalisI run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulestCome on now, long-dick styleNiggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit outEventually, bust a rap gun mentallyBeen doin' this century kid, just meant to beGet on your knees and bless me with a gem in the CaribbeanSkiin' off by P.M.Snatch Canadian cream with ScandinaviansFellatium style, play it like thirty-two ArabiansThe greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole onWhen I go bury me wit Valow on
(They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after Iget mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad)
[Verse Two: Ghostface]
'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrustCool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour busWe upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the labelHittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstableSmooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlayKicked up, mack, max motionMichael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potentLouisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadrylThe violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded illTremendously obnoxious, no blotchesMy telephone watch'll leave bartenders toplessDead on the prosecutor, smacked a jurorMe and my girl'll run like Luke and LauraWe sit back on Malayan islandsSippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'
[(Break) Raekwon:]
Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huhUh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin'Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh
[(Chorus) x 2]
Sit back
[Verse Three: Cappadonna]
Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzardRap para-medical the wizardCappadonna, never caterin' to noneMy microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughterYou oughta five thousand back across the waterMy laboratory story keep me flowin' with the gloryAcapella or deep dirty instrumentalI could blow the sky like the stormy wind blewOne gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'For violatin' my position,I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a missionTwo tokes of mic dope, one stroke of eleganceRated like the movie graphic told intelligencePerson to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophyYou better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every dayDancehall General, Party Fanatic ColonelCappadonna son'a old school just go infernalVeteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'When I bow, all praises due to Staten IsleI spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methticalEvery evenin', I have a by myself meetin'Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfareI brutalize, all competition catch ill hairChance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransomI jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed itGimme my rewards
(The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to betaken off of here. That's right.)
[Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")]
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?Got a message for Smokey.Give it.You Smokey, man?Give it!If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' messageMotherfucker, I said gimme the message!It's from Willie, in the slam.Nigga, you been busted?Yeah, the man picked me up.Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers tokeep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stickaround for awhile.Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk likeyou?Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, justme and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!)
(Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh)(Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one)
[Raekwon:]
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirsDeluxe rap cavaliersMidgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Sit back jollyin'My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'Drug Somalians pollyin'
[Verse One: Raekwon]
Many raps they crochetin'Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'But haven't been payin'For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fearCaesar fade style, usually tough grenadeThrow a blade, fuck gettin' laidGuzzle this shit like GatoradeBig-dick Wallies have never half-suedeConnectin' with the hot style is doneLight up a chalisI run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulestCome on now, long-dick styleNiggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit outEventually, bust a rap gun mentallyBeen doin' this century kid, just meant to beGet on your knees and bless me with a gem in the CaribbeanSkiin' off by P.M.Snatch Canadian cream with ScandinaviansFellatium style, play it like thirty-two ArabiansThe greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole onWhen I go bury me wit Valow on
(They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after Iget mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad)
[Verse Two: Ghostface]
'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrustCool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour busWe upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the labelHittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstableSmooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlayKicked up, mack, max motionMichael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potentLouisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadrylThe violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded illTremendously obnoxious, no blotchesMy telephone watch'll leave bartenders toplessDead on the prosecutor, smacked a jurorMe and my girl'll run like Luke and LauraWe sit back on Malayan islandsSippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'
[(Break) Raekwon:]
Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huhUh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin'Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh
[(Chorus) x 2]
Sit back
[Verse Three: Cappadonna]
Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzardRap para-medical the wizardCappadonna, never caterin' to noneMy microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughterYou oughta five thousand back across the waterMy laboratory story keep me flowin' with the gloryAcapella or deep dirty instrumentalI could blow the sky like the stormy wind blewOne gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'For violatin' my position,I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a missionTwo tokes of mic dope, one stroke of eleganceRated like the movie graphic told intelligencePerson to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophyYou better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every dayDancehall General, Party Fanatic ColonelCappadonna son'a old school just go infernalVeteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'When I bow, all praises due to Staten IsleI spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methticalEvery evenin', I have a by myself meetin'Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfareI brutalize, all competition catch ill hairChance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransomI jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed itGimme my rewards
(The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to betaken off of here. That's right.)
