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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "Gangsta Shit (feat. Trife Da God & Tommy Whispers)"

[Intro: Trife Da God]
Uh-huh, let's go, knowhatimean
Lot of these mutha$#[email protected]' rappers

Talking alot of bull%#@! on these tracks
Youknowhatimean, they dry snitching, throwing indirect
Well this what we gon' 'do, man

We gon' flush all these rats out the system
Knowhatimean, set a few traps
Get they $$# up out of here, yeah, yo


[Trife Da God]
For all y'all ^!$$%z with them Nextels, chirpin' and bleepin'

On them walkie talkies frontin', like y'all work for the precint
10-4 ^!$$%z claiming they hustlers, soon as they cuff ya
In interrogation booths, y'all confessing like Usher

Do the crime, do the time, that's the way I was taught
And $#[email protected] surrending to jake, ^!$$%, I'd rather get caught
You got these ^!$$%z on camera, frontin' hard with they team

Wavin' they hammers, incriminating theyself on the screen
Roleplaying, imitating some movie they seen
That ain't gangsta, real gangsta ^!$$%z generate CREAM

And now you wonder why the FEDS come knock me, infiltrating the system
Don't be suprised ^!$$%, you let those cops in
Plus the record labels is watching, you think they gonna sign you?

You think they gonna put up that bread and get behind you
Reality check, stupid, let me remind you
All that try'nna push ya way through the door, deceased in 9-2


[Chorus 2X: Trife Da God]
Yah-yo, yah-yo, this is that gangsta %#@!

Go 'head and roll ya window down and crank that %#@!
Whether ya red or blue, homey, bang yo click
My New York ^!$$%z get money, and slam those bricks


[Trife Da God]
In the hood, I'm a Legend like John, I've never been harmed

On the block shooting dice, holding bread in my palm
Gatten Island ^!$$%z, yeah we got a fetish for arms
Berettas tucked in our leathers, strapped with terrorist bombs

Shorties, running around with more Gunz than Corey
Getting high off weed smoke, blowing your funds on forties
You'll be amazed how these rappers try to run with stories

This ain't a novel, mutha$#[email protected], this is guts and glory
Pain and struggle, the game will crush you, it's a everyday hustle
You want to eat, you better strain your muscles

Hopeless martyrs, afraid when approached by mobsters
With them grams, call me Sam the way I'm "coachin'" "carters"
With starters, listen homey we can never be partners

Don't get it twisted, handle business with my hands and revolvers
The grown man, that'll touch up your wig, like beauty parlors
Pop ^!$$%z, like, how we pop bottles, you do the honors, ^!$$%


[Chorus 2X]


[Tommy Whispers]
Spot you twenty points, and you still can't win
You can't compare Grey Go' to gin, you too thin

Ya'll ^!$$%z is hubcaps $#[email protected]' with big rims
If the shoe fit, then your foot in my timb
Masked up, hoodies and gems, I couldn't defend

Your title small, a deuce-deuce next to a rifle
The hackle'll snipe you, disconnect and dis-mic you
Disrespect your rivals, have you dancing like Michael

Moonwalker, uh-huh, platoon bark, goons in the dark
Only lights from the spark, boom-boom in the parks
Vocals in fumes from my darts, lead the roofs on the part

$#[email protected] up your happy home, daddy's back with a chrome
Snatchin' ya throne, you mimicking, you actually cloned
Finish him, I'm crackin' ya bones, diminishing

Real terror, purple men, backed off pistoling
Like them papies uptown, them hammers is whistling


[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Trife Da God]

Uh, yeah, 718, criminal grind, Theodore
Trife Da God, yo Slay, what up, my ^!$$%?
Tommy Whispers, Kryme Life, youknowhatimeansaying
Money Come First, T.M.F. we getting money over here
Gatten Island ^!$$%z, knowhatimean

Where the guns go off

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