Ghostface Killah Lyrics
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
"Beat The Clock Lyrics"
Jealous Lyrics
Make sure she's alright She just can't wait to party She'll make it look so easy Why won't you listen to me Yeah Jealousy - some girls have it rough oh baby Loyalty - why is that so tough, the trust is gone Chorus: Jealous don't you know your girl is jealous She can't help but be suspicious Can't you see, that girl is jealous So better make it right Cr
Make sure she's alright She just can't wait to party She'll make it look so easy Why won't you listen to me Yeah Jealousy - some girls have it rough oh baby Loyalty - why is that so tough, the trust is gone Chorus: Jealous don't you know your girl is jealous She can't help but be suspicious Can't you see, that girl is jealous So better make it right Cr
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock
Suprise: time started already, muthafucka
Say that shit, nigga
[Ghostface Killah]
I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy
Before I go to bed, an hour later
People be talkin', I feed dolphins
My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office
My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction
Teach then fall off the greatest, fuck what they say
Cuz we against the abortions, and we
Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes
Got them clothes for his new feud i
Back Like That Feat Ne-Yo Lyrics
[Ne-Yo Chorus ] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and this dude aint friends (ok girl)Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and ths dude got beef (ok girl)Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Ai yo, I sho
n the road[Ne-Yo Chorus ] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and this dude aint friends (ok girl)Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and ths dude got beef (ok girl)Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no [Ghostface Killah] Ai yo, I sho
We them Fat Albert, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures
Lookin' all suspicous, I'm out..
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, hold up! What the fuck you stop for?
(I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g
What the fuck you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up
Time is runnin' nigga, come! What the fuck??
[Ghostface Killah]
I work magic out of liquor store
Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch into five
And all I need is one more, to get things started
Get retarded, and once you -- I'mma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggaz up
They be up in the club, six/three tree'd up
With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up
This is how I'mma kill 'em
SANDPAPERBACK Lyrics
I've been looking for some kick Looking for one trick To get through the day I've tried watching the time pass Watching the hourglass Do you ever get the feeling that you just don't want to play? I'm finding it strange such That people don't change much 'Til they're torn apart Keep one eye on the object And don't change the subject Do you ever get the feeli
with four lines leftI've been looking for some kick Looking for one trick To get through the day I've tried watching the time pass Watching the hourglass Do you ever get the feeling that you just don't want to play? I'm finding it strange such That people don't change much 'Til they're torn apart Keep one eye on the object And don't change the subject Do you ever get the feeli
Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo
Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo
It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit
You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for all that
(I'm tired, though lord, what the fuck)
What you mean you tired and shit, g?
You suppose to be that nigga, nigga then show me
If you that nigga! Then show me, nigga!
[Ghostface Killah]
I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails
Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay
Get off my D-I, then go C the K's (case)
'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "CherChez
Another Girl Lyrics
For I have found another girl, another girl. You're making me say that I've got nobody but you, But as from today, well, I've got somebody that's new. I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want, For I have got another girl, another girl. She's sweeter than all the girls and I met quite a few. Nobody in all the world can do what she can do. And so I'm telling you, "This time you'd bette
", live meeting, ten four, may day-may dayFor I have found another girl, another girl. You're making me say that I've got nobody but you, But as from today, well, I've got somebody that's new. I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want, For I have got another girl, another girl. She's sweeter than all the girls and I met quite a few. Nobody in all the world can do what she can do. And so I'm telling you, "This time you'd bette
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God
We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue
We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan
That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean
Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing
Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating
I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin'
With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin'
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
This muthafucka made the clock!
Mutha-- where the fuck?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin'
That's that Staten Island, bullshit
Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost
But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka!
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