Lirik Lagu Miguel Sanchez - Ghostface Killah
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(feat. Sun God, Trife Da God)
[Trife Da God]Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the learDressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped to the chairHalf asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the dazeTurned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shadesI must of passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked outThree more niggas approaching, holding they mack's outOne spoke, gave me the keys, to a boatReached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelopeWhich contained twenty thousand in cash, a photographOf a Colombian nigga with a long mustacheMiguel Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants legWith armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spreadHe runs a billion dollar organization, under investigationPlus he's wanted by immigrationNow I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazementHow the fuck I get involved with these federal agentsThey knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac TownThey knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs downSaid I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartelOr spend the rest of my life in prisonA classified mission on some James Bond shit007 style, love to get some straight convictsNow I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phoneTold her to kiss little Jay cuz I'll be gone againHoney, I can't sleep, she sucking her teethIf everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a weekPinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team andMeet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend
[Sun God]I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggasThat drug lord that we want, got a spot for niggasAnd if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my niggaHe carried rugers, thirty four shots I figureHe only holla at the kid, when there's money involvedThey pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and allWhen me and Trife doing right together, got no choiceBut give us ten, like we selling white togetherLeft side, four-five, right, black berettaTaking trips over seas, flipping packs for betterEvery flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hardGet ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind oddsFuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop chargeHit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-DIf he owe Trife, he owe meLoad up the mack grounds, M-I-A, call that the jack townTell niggas I'm on my way, coming back downMiguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, nowTheodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, nowI used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down"Now I slang fifty kilo's where I'm at nowFifty a wop, purple top, nigga, I'm back, clownCrystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat loungeChannel seven news, older dude, murder gat found
[Trife Da God]Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the learDressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped to the chairHalf asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the dazeTurned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shadesI must of passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked outThree more niggas approaching, holding they mack's outOne spoke, gave me the keys, to a boatReached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelopeWhich contained twenty thousand in cash, a photographOf a Colombian nigga with a long mustacheMiguel Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants legWith armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spreadHe runs a billion dollar organization, under investigationPlus he's wanted by immigrationNow I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazementHow the fuck I get involved with these federal agentsThey knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac TownThey knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs downSaid I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartelOr spend the rest of my life in prisonA classified mission on some James Bond shit007 style, love to get some straight convictsNow I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phoneTold her to kiss little Jay cuz I'll be gone againHoney, I can't sleep, she sucking her teethIf everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a weekPinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team andMeet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend
[Sun God]I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggasThat drug lord that we want, got a spot for niggasAnd if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my niggaHe carried rugers, thirty four shots I figureHe only holla at the kid, when there's money involvedThey pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and allWhen me and Trife doing right together, got no choiceBut give us ten, like we selling white togetherLeft side, four-five, right, black berettaTaking trips over seas, flipping packs for betterEvery flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hardGet ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind oddsFuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop chargeHit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-DIf he owe Trife, he owe meLoad up the mack grounds, M-I-A, call that the jack townTell niggas I'm on my way, coming back downMiguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, nowTheodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, nowI used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down"Now I slang fifty kilo's where I'm at nowFifty a wop, purple top, nigga, I'm back, clownCrystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat loungeChannel seven news, older dude, murder gat found
