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ghostface killah - buck 50 (mixed) كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: jeru the damaja]
my— my— my— my mind spray
my— my— my mind spray
my— my— my— my— my—
my— my— my— my— my mind spray

[verse 1: method man & ghostface k!llah]
who i’m is? the phenom, them n_ggas can’t live
who i’m is? we ain’t got sh_t, something got to give
y’all done flipped y’all wig, blacked out the crib
die and live for my nigs and my bad_ass kids, freeze
looking at your ice like “jeez!”
i’m plotting on the mouse trap, about to sn_tch the cheese
i heard y’all kids is bout that psychotherapy
you bugging, where the couch at? wu ’til they bury me
never tell a lie, like george with the cherry tree
now it’s cherry pie, if it’s not broke, let it be
ain’t nothing nice in nеw york
stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk
don’t mean nothing when you’rе up north
so keep them hands where i can see ’em like you want freedom
you know that saying, “if you can’t join ’em, beat ’em,” and push your way in
we ain’t acrobats but we flip on occasion
pick the pace up, pants sagging, pull your waist up
n_ggas renting slum jewels from jacob, fool
you’re like “dude, i don’t like your f_cking attitude”
fronting on my clan from the stat but we ain’t mad at you (yo, yo)
[interlude: ghostface k!llah]
starks with the parcheesi face, measly paced, old face
ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
the joopy look, my main b_tches call me lazy
educated birds say, “ghost you so crazy!”
ain’t no love to be found

[verse 2: cappadonna & redman]
cappa slide through with the ghost
post up like paint on walls, drip jewels
big heat, ruffle inside the bubble goose
it’s the odd couple
hollow points follow you home to staten island
playing with the big toys that make noise
echo in the hall, a scared voice
n_ggas start to act choice, but duncan hines
didn’t know betty crocker had the two nines
made the club moist, shattered the windows
dustheads running (yo)
the rap kingpin plus the black jesus is coming (yo)

[verse 3: redman]
the words you talk better be the words you walk
body you in the bed where the nurses are
put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
’til it plagues from bricks to the persian gulf
light circuits off, thirty_third of my brain is off
that explains why my language off
my gun aim and cough, y’all ain’t trained to brawl
y’all more like in training bras
wet behind the ear, you’re not prepared
for the project flow, with extra stairs
i pass out a vest to wear (bullets flyin’)
yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires
pull the mask so you know it’s me
and your weed got more seeds than odb
can’t smoke with ya (huh), watch ghost tie a rope to ya
def and wu will open ya (huh)
[chorus: method man & redman]
eat a d_ck like (huh)
baby, shake your sh_t, girl, you’re thick like (huh)
getting rich like (huh)
huh, huh (come on)
ain’t no love to be found

[interlude: ghostface k!llah]
word, it’s me y’all

[verse 4: ghostface k!llah]
we in two sixes flirting with b_tches, dime plus
taking pictures, how you doing baby? my name ghost
don’t get caught up in my chains or the way that i speak
seek intelligence, sl!ckest n_gga going since “grease”
check out the grays on the side of my waves
i grew those on rikers island, stressed out, balled up in the cage
pull a boot out on jimmy jam, text takes jam
silky texture, jordan jumped up like clyde drexler
all up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
biggie’s versaces, snow white rabbit
hands is like photographic magic
funeral love, move in when we hug, don’t make it a habit
hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled
elbows unique now meet the new me
ghetto fabulous, tone atlas
zulu nation in the 80’s in front of macy’s i start my own chapters
tyco nite_glow velvet pose, special effects
high_tech armors murk you at the shows
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
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cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper
[chorus: method man & redman]
shoe fly shoe, wally don clark crew
f_ck y’all wan’ do? crack a brew, smoke an l or two
and flip like (huh)
k!lling for the whole clique is sick like (huh)
you and your stank b_tch eat a d_ck like (huh)
baby, shake your sh_t, girl, you’re thick like (huh)
getting rich like (huh), yeah
ain’t no love to be found

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