Songtexte:
Threat Get Ghost

crybabies? Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds instead of studyin me! That's how you lost your first job punk Now get in line, for you

The dawn is gone, it's more tinted On this side it get's out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottom ? How come

s nothing rude Things conclude, things conclude! As i slurred that chorus, the ghosts got biggie Small sounds like a drill The death sweat suits me A death threat

to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get

slang bang to wax, words that's visual Too digital for y'all common street criminals Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitals? We can get off the mic, and get

up Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it" "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta

wit ya nigga, I came to shut it down Ski mask and four pound Baby, grenades, we deep like baby parades D-Block I'm gon sharpen ya blades Let's get it

drama The dawn is gone, it's more tinted On this side it get's out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless

for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap Barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get