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Champ Remix [Mix]

Ghostface Killah

GhostDeini the Great [CD/DVD]

2008

them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your

there
Gyeah 
Let's see what heaven's weed'll
Do to me
And by the way, your daughter's 
Growing up so beautifully 
This is my Eulogy

Yeah, Kamalah i'm back on my zone
Yeah, I'm back on my zone
Yeah, it feel good baby it feel good baby
C'mon yeah

Let the organs play it's the only

and on his knees he confessed
The sins committed by us, evil you're thought to be and stood with
He might just die again, bc it's odd to see a good wish

Uh, drillin' by myself
I don't need nobody else
Wish my dad was there when your boy needed help
And now that I'm on, family want favors
But they

number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects
With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off
Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that

Looking out at still waters
Brain still altered
Tripped on acid 50 times since sophomore year, plus I been sparking
Weed everyday
My mental state is

good at English class
But I wasn’t nerdy, it was just fun
I came to school high and after
School was when I got drunk
I was the first weed smoker at my

sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And drive-bys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry,

first gun go bang, the violence no thing
suckers cannot hang, I bring them them smoke by the strain
Who was ratchet as us? Project kids— questioned if God

just to go and test my patience
Blank face as you at the exit waiting
Pass me by on a two-lane road
She was dashing like Usain Bolt
Running out of time

she good but i know she lying
Then when Nana died, ain't see my father cry
Parker Pride
Finally got some closure for 11 years of trauma, He apologized
I

over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fuckin' niggas up on the daily if they didn't pay me
Niggas pullin' guns on me damn

to my love is something, I regret it
Feeling down because of no good response from one of them
Why does this feeling still get to me then?
I never wanted

house
Our house
Tell me with this scripture can you feel a groove
Take a lover by the hand let the boy set a good mood
Let cha body free make sure ya feel

I lay the smack down
Real niggahs with me outsiders getting pat down
Bitches stop fucking with me then they back round
Like the weed ima og and I'm

a pat made her sit
Hiding bad bits with a grit to win
Hip ideas pushing her to the brink
While her dad's name made it sink
It's a hit, we're going for

to eat most like smoking weed you choose to live by the trigger but they took you by trigger hunger brings anger then marijuana to slow your temper
smoking

Poet Laureate

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls

the betterment of people
I looked up to the projects
Yeah, that's some ironic shit
Girl, I was raised in the Bay by my mom
And shit, I did alright in school

y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got his money up
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring

by the taco truck on 21st by the bricks
I'm a villanova baby before I rap I drove mercedes
Project nigga with a good girl she went to UC davis
Her

toys
Big dog
Tear em up and then spit em out
Ain't no features on this project
Ill do it all by myself

I was feelin good today
80 degrees with breeze

no fees
Maybe just a gesture of weed
We'll all receive the good news
And there won't be any bleeding that leads
Neither in person nor on the TV screens