your mind and destroy your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin. [Ghostface Killah] We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt You say, "Why did you do it with him today?" And sniff me out
Ghostface Killah] Theodore Roosevelt... It's the Ed Sullivan Show, ladies & gentlemen Here we go... come on, Theodore, Toney... [Hook: Ghostface Killah
Sun God get 'em 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
Yeah, that's right Hardy Boys shit Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up Yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog
I know she gone, but I'm still holding on Still smell the scent of her clothes, only God knows the pain I cried 'til there's no tears left Love my babies
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)] Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year (New Year, let's give it up
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggaz
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat,
[Intro: Trife Da God] Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right now My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see) Sip on this little bit
little shit on the floor roll 'em That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking) Six 'em girls, hit his kicks I'm a still show that motherfucker he fish Pound
This is why the World Series of Poker Is decided over a no limit poker tournament Players, pro's even, can't handle the pressure of the game They consider
God's woman, what's going on? I know things seem messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking
You out there, on now Sorry, that's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying It's the hardcore Set it off, rusty, low down Following me, it be
'm sure of, it's that Drugs destroy your mind and destroy Your home in the end it'll only lead our country into ruin We eat fish, tossed salads and make
