Clispe Of Doom Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

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[ghostface killah]aiyyo turn those lights down while i'm recording!matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the xxxx out the room g!straight up! sipping on that bullshit budweiser!nah'mean yo.. what? xxxx you too nigga!'kind of pants you got on xxxxxxxxxxxx capris?!bitch xxx nigga go get ya feet done!eat a dick nigga![verse 1]catch me in the 80's dropold school mercedes with a brand new baby glockright from my lady's sock with two bodies on itcapricorn aquariuslost so much blood these xxxxx niggaz in they periodsthey say i be living the role like 'pac in juiceand only xxxx with fly xxxxxxx that get fly and boostand they ears be chandelliers lit up like a lamp who cares?!they cooch is fierce the only thing loose is hairsthats right y'all if a rap nigga say my name i'm a fight y'allfuck a state light chargemy predicate status irrelevantmy man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephantsjumbo xxxxx from new orleansplayers and pimps that bit off fiendsquick switch with the hands powder blue wally's is dyed vanilla bally's is meankid none of y'all xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx with my team uh![chorus: trife da god]aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street cornerssic the beasts on you turning mothers to mornersmoney launderers neighborhood coroners place bodies in bagstango with dirty cash cocaine jacks"kings of the hill" out to blow like propane gaspackage the raw theodore we got the game on smash'cause we cut from the same clothbig guns ready to bang offslide off the cables and take the rings off![verse 2]we hold the weight of four synagoguesjelly'd uptown in them beat down rented carsgoing mad wetting 'emmilk cash heavy tecks hood rats sexin 'emparis crew little dudes please! i was reppin 'emniggaz couldn't come through (word)thats when the block was like wallpaper loved sticking niggaz like crazy glueblackouts happened god forbid don't be around!the bag lady will murk you and let off in the next town!she struck two times get caught good luck blood it ain't no heinesblow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spineshe put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyesso when the cops look they see theyselves they all gonna dieits the tale of the crips and bloods pimps and thugsget your face bashed in on the concrete rugon that note i'm a say peace!theodore! word to darryl mack's teeth![chorus][verse 3]yo ayo i'll break every bone in your wristsmack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dickmy semi they call it the crouching tigera hundred bowls of total is trash because my lead eat through fiberspeel your potato like arriadaon the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighterfuck your marrow! xxxx your hood!you ain't a street legend like me!blake carrington holding the dynastyi muffle xxxxxxxxxxxxx up like meinekeand write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"jewel theif shizzam bangles in the vault deepand cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treatsim the taste in bush's mouth nastyafghanistan missions gun training in the grassy fatiguespicking niggaz off by the red seaand did it all for ghost sniffin on caffeine!

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