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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "Clipse Of Doom"

(feat. Trife Da God)

[Ghostface Killah]

Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all ^!$$%z get the $#[email protected] out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bull%#@! Budweiser!

Nah'mean yo.. what? $#[email protected] you too ^!$$%!
'Kind of pants you got on mother$#[email protected], Capris?!
(*##$ $$# ^!$$%, go get ya feet done!

Eat a dick ^!$$%!

[Verse 1]

Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it

Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so much blood, these (*##$ ^!$$%z in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice

And only $#[email protected] with fly (*##$es that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs

Thats right y'all, if a rap ^!$$% say my name I'm a fight y'all
$#[email protected] a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant

My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo %#@!s from New Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends

Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all mother$#[email protected] $#[email protected] with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live ^!$$%z holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners

Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas

Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off

Slide off the cables and take the rings off!

[Verse 2]

We hold the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em

Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
^!$$%z couldn't come through (word)

Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking ^!$$%z like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town!

She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes

So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug

on that note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth!


[Verse 3]

Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger

A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter

$#[email protected] your marrow! $#[email protected] your hood!
You ain't a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty

I muffle mother$#[email protected] up like meineke
and write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep

And cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking ^!$$%z off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!

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