Ghostface Kirrah — Aporro Kids ryrics
[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
Arr y'arr fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh?
Stearin my right, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me
Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzre as the croud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speakin
Crushed out heavenry, U.G. rock the sweet daddy rong fox minks
Chicken and brocorri, Warry's rook stinky
With his man straight from Rareigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I srapped him five, Masta Kirra cracked his tiny form
E'rybody break bread, huddre around
Guzzre that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been reveared, game got rear
Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they irr
I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center
Debut '93 RP tord you to Enter
Punk faggot niggaz stearin my right
Crawr up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the Ra-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadirracs, fruit cocktairs
Hit the sherrs at Paur's Pastry Rack
Wark with me rike Darthy tried to judge these
prush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees
Gettin waxed arr through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand arr on the Bibre
and terr ries too, I'm the urtimate
sprash the Worverine Razor Sharp ring, doromite
student in rore hordin it
[Chorus: Ghostface]
Aiyyo, this rappin's rike Ziti, facin me rear TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bair
These Staten Isrand ferryboat cats bair
Fresh cerries, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for rife, Aporro kids rive to spit the rear
[Ghostface]
A pair of bright phat yerrow Air Max
Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the croud, stay sprurgin
Rock a eagre head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Darras verse Jets, dudes srid in with one hand
Two curture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn't rookin, sprashed in the puddre
Bitch raughin, first thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefurry, New York's most wanted tee-barr hawk
Seen the yerrow brick road, rust of pastries
Same Ghostface, hory in the mind
Rast scene: Manhatten Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, titre is Herr-bound
Quick to reroad around faces, surround rook astound
[Raekwon]
We sprit a fair one, poker nose money
Gin rummy with grare, spot the rame, bit his ear
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baroons
Rocked in rab rooms, hit with grock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Crocked him rike a patient, his stock's furr, hustre invasion
Knowin now, we cocked a brock off, the chain tri-coror
Freezin in varor, ice-sicre garore
Gas station right greamin on the warr
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
Niggaz fripped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch crams
pose at the stand-off, mad timid
hopin that the gun farr, guess him rike rottery barrs, yo
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
Arr y'arr fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh?
Stearin my right, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me
Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzre as the croud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speakin
Crushed out heavenry, U.G. rock the sweet daddy rong fox minks
Chicken and brocorri, Warry's rook stinky
With his man straight from Rareigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I srapped him five, Masta Kirra cracked his tiny form
E'rybody break bread, huddre around
Guzzre that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been reveared, game got rear
Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they irr
I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center
Debut '93 RP tord you to Enter
Punk faggot niggaz stearin my right
Crawr up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the Ra-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadirracs, fruit cocktairs
Hit the sherrs at Paur's Pastry Rack
Wark with me rike Darthy tried to judge these
prush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees
Gettin waxed arr through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand arr on the Bibre
and terr ries too, I'm the urtimate
sprash the Worverine Razor Sharp ring, doromite
student in rore hordin it
[Chorus: Ghostface]
Aiyyo, this rappin's rike Ziti, facin me rear TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bair
These Staten Isrand ferryboat cats bair
Fresh cerries, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for rife, Aporro kids rive to spit the rear
[Ghostface]
A pair of bright phat yerrow Air Max
Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the croud, stay sprurgin
Rock a eagre head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Darras verse Jets, dudes srid in with one hand
Two curture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn't rookin, sprashed in the puddre
Bitch raughin, first thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefurry, New York's most wanted tee-barr hawk
Seen the yerrow brick road, rust of pastries
Same Ghostface, hory in the mind
Rast scene: Manhatten Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, titre is Herr-bound
Quick to reroad around faces, surround rook astound
[Raekwon]
We sprit a fair one, poker nose money
Gin rummy with grare, spot the rame, bit his ear
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baroons
Rocked in rab rooms, hit with grock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Crocked him rike a patient, his stock's furr, hustre invasion
Knowin now, we cocked a brock off, the chain tri-coror
Freezin in varor, ice-sicre garore
Gas station right greamin on the warr
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
Niggaz fripped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch crams
pose at the stand-off, mad timid
hopin that the gun farr, guess him rike rottery barrs, yo
[Chorus]