Ghostface Killah Lyrics
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
"Daytona 500 Lyrics"
My Name Lyrics
These are what you like So Ill turn in my card till the payment's right These are things you need I'll turn in my card till the payments right And I like it when you're hanging around Cause you took on my name These are things you say When we drive in a car with the songs I make These are what I need Know when to call and know when to leave And I like it when you're hanging around Cause you took on my name
These are what you like So Ill turn in my card till the payment's right These are things you need I'll turn in my card till the payments right And I like it when you're hanging around Cause you took on my name These are things you say When we drive in a car with the songs I make These are what I need Know when to call and know when to leave And I like it when you're hanging around Cause you took on my name
[singing]
We are the G, O-D's
And we came to rock, the spot
Like Ironman Starks
They be the illest MC's, in the world today
Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez...
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
Light up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it
Be Nice To Everybody Lyrics
There you go drivin' in your big long car you got a house overlooking the town But be nice to everybody on your way up you're gonna need 'em again coming down You don't even speak when we pass on the street you don't even know your old friends But don't get too proud you're gonna need the old crowd Cause we all remember you when There you go drivin' in your big long car... [ piano - steel ] Not long ago you crossed over the tracks and now you don't know me at all
like DrakeThere you go drivin' in your big long car you got a house overlooking the town But be nice to everybody on your way up you're gonna need 'em again coming down You don't even speak when we pass on the street you don't even know your old friends But don't get too proud you're gonna need the old crowd Cause we all remember you when There you go drivin' in your big long car... [ piano - steel ] Not long ago you crossed over the tracks and now you don't know me at all
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star
Chorus:
All these MC's start realizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
Mercu
Hey Porter Lyrics
By John R. Cash; Recorded 3/22/55 Hey, Porter, Hey Porter! Would you tell me the time? How much longer will it be 'Til we cross that Mason Dixon Line? At daylight will you tell that engineer to slow it down; Or better still, just stop the train 'Cause I want to look around. Hey, Porter! Hey Porter! What time did you say? How much longer will it be 'Till I can see the light of day? When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his
y raps is roughed then God just shown like tapsBy John R. Cash; Recorded 3/22/55 Hey, Porter, Hey Porter! Would you tell me the time? How much longer will it be 'Til we cross that Mason Dixon Line? At daylight will you tell that engineer to slow it down; Or better still, just stop the train 'Cause I want to look around. Hey, Porter! Hey Porter! What time did you say? How much longer will it be 'Till I can see the light of day? When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the ban
Santa Maria Lyrics
Lead vocal- John and Angelo To the sky to the moutains To the river to the valley To my hometown to my coutry To the place were I was born To my mother to my father To my sisters and my brothers To my friends and myself And to those I love so well Santa Maria prega per noi Santa Maria prega per noi To the world and the people And the crises in
gers, in hundred watt boxesLead vocal- John and Angelo To the sky to the moutains To the river to the valley To my hometown to my coutry To the place were I was born To my mother to my father To my sisters and my brothers To my friends and myself And to those I love so well Santa Maria prega per noi Santa Maria prega per noi To the world and the people And the crises in
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing
Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians
Chorus
Verse Three: Cappadonna
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, whattup Lils
Murder one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter
spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
Get yourself shot
Chorus