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ghostface killah – 9mm كلمات اغاني

[remix of “9 milli bros.”]

[intro: rza]
bob digi, u g.o.d, raekwon the chef, the inspectah deck
m.e.t.h.o.d., the b.o.b.b.,
straight up, masta k!lla, the gza/the g_nius
it’s the ol’ d_d_d_ d_d_d_ d_d_dirty b_st_rd!

[odb] 1, 2, 1, 2, (k!lla beez) turn it up
the headphones, turn it up.. yo you hear me?
[cappa] whattup tony?
[ghost] wassup don_don?
[odb] all the way up…
[ghost] you know how we do…
[cappa] let’s get this paper together…
[ghost] you motherf_ckin’ right pa, uh huh
[cappa] what’s up, y’all?
[ghost] we wanna do it n_gga
[odb] you know how i do…
[ghost] sound about to go in on some real wu sh_t, uh huh
[cappa] w_t_c
[ghost] that’s right
[ghost] ya know what i mean?
[rza] ghost_face k!llah!
[ghost] lemme give y’all the bullsh_t hook for y’all n_ggas
check it out…
[hook: ghostface k!llah]
the burners and the stash, we ’bout the cash
we got females that got it like that
thе golden childs that bone the crowd
see, n_ggas in thе place that bit my style
well, i’m a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
wu_tang got the answer
cause if i had a chance to do it again
i will still keep the heat in my pants_uh

[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
y’all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up
i shot one of my b_tches, the ho ain’t trick enough
word life to big screen don, tapping dustbones out
with starwriters like i f_cked celine dion
stuck everything that’s the god’s honest beyond
we airin’ n_ggas out, that’s the type sh_t that we on
official wu_tang headbanger
flood your sp_ce with big waves like you did in sri lanka

[verse 2: raekwon]
i drink heavy gallons of cru, play the big part
n_ggas got squid on the grill, selling kids clarks
finesse notes, yo, the guess on with the vest pose
yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun
n_ggas be rhymin’ for nothing, then my team pull up
we all throw down y’all broke n_ggas stay frontin’
lines come digital stupid, plus ain’t got no jewelry on
bet i’m still live and i’m coopin’
two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves
front on react, we’re sippin’ cognac brew relax dude
know i’m with these cracks dude
[verse 3: ol’ dirty b_st_rd]
1_2, 1_2, yo, dirt mcgirt
solid tone smith with 6th shots, l!ck shots
leave your head like a shaolin monk with 6 dots
brooklyn zoo, zoo
brooklyn zoo

[verse 4: cappadonna]
it’s the return of bin laden, grab your armor
smash pretty boy n_ggas, crush their karma
eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage
my whole crew’s fresh out the bars
diggler aka the cab driver
drop him off in the middle of fire
dirty island, drag bodies to the murderland
knock n_ggas out hurtin’ my hand

[verse 5: method man]
i remember in the elevator we was playin’ corners
now we play the corners and the cops is stayin’ on us
staten’s where the war is
where the court system’s running out of warrants
where tnt be jumping out the taurus
for real i can’t call it
you see i love lucy cause she lawless
exactly like that 1_0_3_0_4 is
snitch n_ggas swallow your tongue
already know the island i’m from
and y’all don’t want no problems with them
[verse 6: gza]
we got a history full of lightning victories
conceptual breakthrough, it ain’t no mystery
long vision from giants in every way
rap czars, magnificent flows for every day
from the east to the ‘ville, from the west to the hills
incredible rhymes, encouraging sk!lls
from rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
we hit ’em fast with an effortless performance
mcs start fleeing in flocks
especially those that’s more sensitive to heat and shock

[verse 7: inspectah deck]
we grindin’ down to the bone, my name grounded in stone
i’m mr. violence we loungin’ with chrome
mr. violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on rome
shining like a hundred thousand in stones
move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
1_6_zero my zone, we throwin’ elbows
the hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
only dime dikes with minds right, we choose queens

[verse 8: masta k!lla]
yeah, we wild like rockstars who smash guitars
yo, son, split his face with the toast, he ain’t ghost
it’s no joke iron coat rifle with the stroke
one toke brains float, shot to the throat
before the smoke hit, witness the k!lling, chilling crime scene
body on the block, eyes open from the shock
of being popped in the neck
yet he still held a lit cigarette between his fingers
danger when you step into the chamber with the masta
disaster, gotta blast ya cause i have to

[verse 9: u_god]
the rat pack is back from the island of stat’
leave you cursed dust, cause you worship the gat
the first one to snap drunk off the smirnoff
blow the bouncer’s ear off, let him floss he the boss
handcuffed, to the turntables like wizard theodore
see it’s pure, let it rain pearly ounces
bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
you don’t want no drama, i’m flaming fast
that n_gga jumped up and did the damon dash

- ghostface killah

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