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[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars
They play for DipSet, E-40, Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
of the lion pride you can see me walking by
Listen what I say, open my third eye
I am so satisfied
Oh, I am so Satisfied
I am so Satisfied
Mrs Mary Mary,
a casual stroll
They dress me up in this fancy robe
Out my window a family picks up their dad
What a touching view I have
My voice gets weaker by
life
My work no get holiday
Day by day my work dey pay
Globally calling on me MS MR SOFT
Baba God na my provider
Thank you ALLAH my defender
Mr Soft no
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
pussy like some Cheesecake, that is no debate
I got shooters in the cut like I'm Golden state
By my girl Automall, that is No Debate
You say you got all
line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Turn table lets bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like Macy Gray, roots
disarray
Fool for you
Arkham city purple shoes
I stepped into
Psycho dreaming thinkin'
About you
Girl you were my queen
Just got checked by a doctor
it
How come you don't share my shit
I just need to know that you're true
(I just need to know it)
You said you were ride or die
Dr. Jekyll Mrs. Hyde
I'm walking down the street uh
Mr. Officer looking at me uh
Mr. pretty please uh
I got my hands up so let me be uh
I don't want no problems uh
I was
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Y me detienen
Y me detienen
Dieron la espalda a pachamama
Qué brutos
Sacan renta pero no sacan frutos
No, no Mr. Babylon
Not my Soul (Healing my soul)
Yea
Yea
Yea
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
My niggas trap a lot
Take off that polo t shirt why they cap a lot
They said he changing gangs, is you in or not
Lie by
their speakers (psych)
I've stuck to my roots I'm like Kunta Kinte
(roots)
I been getting cake, like It's been my b day
(cake)
4 years of high school
Shields. I'll be down at the bar. Come get me when this is over. So now I'm standing there with the whole doctor's outfit on, and my wife's checking in. So I
wit it
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
Going once, going twice
Sold! to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor
crazy they threw
It all for the fame
Money ain't the root of all
Evil it's attention now
Knocking down schools in my city
To bring a prison 'round
They
need more
So i need to phone my dealer, are you home my brother because I need to see you by four
Cause I need to top up, I need to reload but can u drop
Good Morning, boys and girls
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
The topic for today is
What you would like to be when you grow
Good Morning, boys and girls
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
The topic for today is
What you would like to be when you grow
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
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