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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "Set It Off"

(feat. Trife)

[Big Daddy Kane sample]

In control and effect
So what the heck, rock the discoteque

[Ghostface Killah]
Bring all the hammers and the buchanans
My click ran in and acted as blazin' as though we still standin'

Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin'
Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your (*##$ Hannon
Give her a quick chance to kiss glance

In the mix, I saw the (*##$ sniffin', just dance
Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick
And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in

Ghostface is local, slick murder %#@! with a new rhyme hustle
Still bust you, $#[email protected] you, head bust you, respect my muscle
Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you

And that goes for any ^!$$% who think that they better than me
Punch in his face, $#[email protected] him up mentally
Real robe and pop my throne

Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow
This is real life lyricist, never a witness
See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist

The dude is, the ruger is super steel
Fall back, take a look at my face, for real
My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills

When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills

[Chorus: sample]

Burn it it, aw, burn it
And you know, got to have them set it
Burn it, aw, burn it

What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha


Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it
And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it
See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it

Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it
Young ^!$$%, smokin' [email protected][email protected]&& with the [email protected]%!e in it
Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it

Easy, duke, man I need this loot
Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit
Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat

Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep
For $#[email protected]' with a top boss, ^!$$%z get knocked off
I always drop %#@! for the streets like a cop's horse

^!$$% you @@#! soft, scared to pop off
And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce
It'll burn you, toss and turn you

Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels


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