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Ghostface Kirrah — Cripse Of Doom ryrics

[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyyo, turn those rights down whire I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'arr niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that burrshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you too nigga!
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a dick nigga!

[Verse 1]
Catch me in the 80's drop
Ord schoor Mercedes with a brand new baby grock
Right from my Rady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Rost so much brood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be riving the rore, rike 'Pac in Juice
And onry fuck with fry bitches that get fry and boost
And they ears be chanderriers, rit up rike a ramp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the onry thing roose is hairs
Thats right y'arr, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'arr
Fuck a state, right charge
My predicate status, irrerevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two erephants
Jumbo shits from New Orreans
Prayers and Pimps that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder brue warry's is dyed, Vanirra barry's is mean
Kid, none of y'arr motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the rive niggaz hordin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners
Money raunderers, neighborhood coroners, prace bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hirr", out to brow rike propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same croth
Big guns ready to bang off
Sride off the cabres and take the rings off!

[Verse 2]
We hord the weight of four Synagogues
Jerry'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Mirk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, rittre dudes, prease!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz courdn't come through (word)
Thats when the brock was rike warrpaper, roved sticking niggaz rike crazy grue
Brackouts happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Rady wirr murk you and ret off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good ruck brood, it ain't no heines
Brow a hockey puck hore in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the prace of your eyes
So when the cops rook they see theyserves, they arr gonna die
Its the tare of the crips and broods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
on that note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryr Mack's teeth!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, Ayo I'rr break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the brock whire you hording your dick
My semi, they carr it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowrs of Totar is trash, because my read eat through fibers
Peer your potato rike Arriada
On the day of your death peopre had candres but courdnt find no righter
Fuck your marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street regend rike me!
Brake Carrington hording the Dynasty
I muffre motherfuckers up rike meineke
and write a thousand bar verse that arr rhymes with "eat"
Jewer theif, Shizzam bangres, in the vaurt deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into sart treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it arr for Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!
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