Ghostface Killah Lyrics
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
"Biscuits (featuring Trife) Lyrics"
Lucy Pearl's Way Lyrics
This song simply says tribe called quest En vogue, and Tony Toni Tone It's a new revolution in the 2000, it's a new revolution in the 2000 That the whole world's talking about It's a whole new revolution in the year 2000 Don't let go Ask of you, hold on Ask of you Don't let go Ask of you, hold on Ask of you Don't let go Hold on Kissing you is not enough for me
This song simply says tribe called quest En vogue, and Tony Toni Tone It's a new revolution in the 2000, it's a new revolution in the 2000 That the whole world's talking about It's a whole new revolution in the year 2000 Don't let go Ask of you, hold on Ask of you Don't let go Ask of you, hold on Ask of you Don't let go Hold on Kissing you is not enough for me
(feat. Trife)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the fuck I said... I gave you.
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin' around here and shit
Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo..
Fuck that special ed, shit
[Ghostface Killah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlight
His gun tool, was a half a hill
That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him
We gon' -- we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read
Maybe It's Maybeline Lyrics
People make mistakes we find that everything breaks and it always is the same, gotta find someone to blame and these errors that we make (cause we're all human earthquakes) yeah, we made the hurricane, yet we're not the one's to blame? we point the finger even though it's not polite we condemn the son of God (we're hoping two wrongs make a right) maybe it is them or, maybe it is meabout the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the put down
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'
I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'?
Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening
After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards
So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing
Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered
It's the TH-EO-DORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me
Keep with the fists, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef
[Chorus: Ghostface
Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, Co D's and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
Fuck around, take all your shit
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around, and be a statistic
[Trife]
Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glock
Cuz it's 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box
I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your top
I'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
And niggaz keep they heat blazin' like Bonzie Wells
Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids
Cuz I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your crib
Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
My nigga, that's how it is,
Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins
This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
That's right, it's real!
It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit
Blowin' niggaz back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck... we could take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him nigga
Yeah, now I'mma strangle it there
No doubt, it's real right now, muthafucka
Ya'll niggaz done done it, fuck y'all yeah
I'mma get the fuck outta this booth
People make mistakes we find that everything breaks and it always is the same, gotta find someone to blame and these errors that we make (cause we're all human earthquakes) yeah, we made the hurricane, yet we're not the one's to blame? we point the finger even though it's not polite we condemn the son of God (we're hoping two wrongs make a right) maybe it is them or, maybe it is me
Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the put down
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'
I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'?
Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening
After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards
So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing
Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered
It's the TH-EO-DORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me
Keep with the fists, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef
[Chorus: Ghostface
Gray Summer Day Lyrics
Another summer day turns gray and I don? know what to do. Searching for just anyway to turn my skies to blue. Sitting in my room. One more sleepless night. Glued to the sound of a song that pulls me away just to live through another day. Will the stars once shine for me and feed my starving eyes. I? drowning in my own dark sea of all the tears I?e cried. Laying in my bed. One more sleeples
Killah]Another summer day turns gray and I don? know what to do. Searching for just anyway to turn my skies to blue. Sitting in my room. One more sleepless night. Glued to the sound of a song that pulls me away just to live through another day. Will the stars once shine for me and feed my starving eyes. I? drowning in my own dark sea of all the tears I?e cried. Laying in my bed. One more sleeples
Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, Co D's and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
Fuck around, take all your shit
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around, and be a statistic
[Trife]
Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glock
Cuz it's 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box
I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your top
I'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
And niggaz keep they heat blazin' like Bonzie Wells
Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids
Cuz I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your crib
Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
My nigga, that's how it is,
Tweedle Dee Lyrics
(Winfield Scott) Tweedlee tweedlee tweedlee dee I'm as happy as can be. Jimminy cricket, jimminy jack, You make my heart go clickety-clack. Tweedlee tweedlee tweedlee dee. Tweedlee doe, tweedlee doe, Give it up give it up, Give your love to me. Tweedlee doe, tweedlee dot. Gimme gimme gimme gimme Gimme all the love you got. Tweedlee tweedlee tweedlee dee,
I get it, just how I live(Winfield Scott) Tweedlee tweedlee tweedlee dee I'm as happy as can be. Jimminy cricket, jimminy jack, You make my heart go clickety-clack. Tweedlee tweedlee tweedlee dee. Tweedlee doe, tweedlee doe, Give it up give it up, Give your love to me. Tweedlee doe, tweedlee dot. Gimme gimme gimme gimme Gimme all the love you got. Tweedlee tweedlee tweedlee dee,
Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins
This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
That's right, it's real!
It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit
Blowin' niggaz back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck... we could take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him nigga
Yeah, now I'mma strangle it there
No doubt, it's real right now, muthafucka
Ya'll niggaz done done it, fuck y'all yeah
I'mma get the fuck outta this booth