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rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover 
[Chop] And I won't stop for Jake 
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
[NOW] Show you
rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover 
[Chop] And I won't stop for Jake 
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
[NOW] Show you
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Meth, the mailman!

[Method Man]
Yo, Ghost, let him in!

[Ghostface Killah]
Will
you push me
Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow
I get low, they say I go like a pro

It's a wrap, and I'm ghost in the smoke like
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
They know it, you know it
You know it, you know it
All my niggas be
[Chorus: x2]
I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
Bitch I'm a pro, ain't a ho like me
Bitches ain't stuntin' in the cold like me.
Some call me bitchie, so Necole Like me
Pull up in the ghost, East Coast
I take a tab and drink liquor all together
E.T.A. for me to blackout whenever
When I transform a twelve blood cells
And my tape bangs and quakes
Yo, I'm still starvin
When I take a tab and drink liquor all together
E.T.A. for me to blackout whenever
When I transform a twelve blood cells
what)

[E.S.G.]
See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller
Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers
Man the game over, when
Committee

It's H-U-E-Y, home fly G five
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs
But her mama done gave her then grew from local to major
My pockets
to the side
Like you know I get my grind on.
Get my shine on.
Jewelry Black in all rhinestones.
Rims spinning like a globe,
On these low pros.
Do it big
what)

[E.S.G.]
See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller
Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers
Man the game over, when
the deal, baby?)

[Shyheim]
Yo, for the one-nine-nine-nine shit's goin' change
Now it's us in the Range, God's giving us brains
Play the game, put my
[Chorus: x2]
I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
a pro, ain't a ho like me
Bitches ain't stuntin' in the cold like me
Some call me bitchie, so Necole like me
Pull up in the ghost, East Coast like me
Mang! Lemme get 'em Free
Hove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang
One-time know
close,coast-to-coast,
Shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost

[Chorus]

Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete I'm a crazy Eddie
the ghost of Jesus walking by

[Chorus]
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts from my restless mind for free, it could be,
The times I'm living in I
slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man
One time, know a got a knack to get that change
Leader
in the rain
listenin to they walkman(e)
talkin the New York fuckin slang

Partial Chorus

Verse Three: Rzarector

In the streets of New York
this mail

[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man
One time, know a got a knack to get that change
Leader
that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted

[Chorus: E-40]
Some cold hearted shit 
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus
slap box my ghost 'til one of us cry 

Jae to the Won  can niggas fuck around? 

And they better say "nah"  word to Allah 

They dyin' down  I got