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GHOSTFACE KILLAH lyrics : "Street Opera"

(feat. Sun God)

[Intro: Sun God]

Sun God... get 'em, official...

[Sun God:]

I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
That's why lead the call, they moving up on us
But them g's on the corners, move when I move

That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment
Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
%#@!'ll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order

Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters
Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border

I love my life, I live it twice, cuz it's up to me sorta
You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
That really love me, for the %#@! that I taught her

Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in
Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame

I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Jeans, hoods, guns, crack

[Ghostface Killah:]

Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake
And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
And tooters is flab with rugers, with daggers and them jeans

We chew through it, like we coming down off woolas
And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas
With true talent, like my name is T.O.

So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles
Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go
Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood

Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many
Horses to water, just to see if they like it

Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he @@#!, now
News flash, my ^!$$% ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya ^!$$%s want beef, I will stop clowns

I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the glock sound?


[Ghostface Killah (Sun God):]
Aiyo, what up S.G.? (Aiyo, what's poppin' my ^!$$%

I'm just oil in the toolies, exercising my trigger
Finger, I got the biggest bangers) Yeah, I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't $#[email protected] those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers

(Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in
I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they $#[email protected] face in)
I bet you now, them mutha$#[email protected] really start complaining

(No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining)
We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading
(I copped the license and registration, to @@#! and aiming)

It's all entertainment (And all my ^!$$%s made it)
We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden
(I keep the iron blazing, hands hurt

Like a (*##$ when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing)
We ran trains for hours, up in the Days Inn
Hood rats and crack motels, we seen baking


[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
[Sounds of crunching and eating]
Yeah, good...

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