Ghostface Kirrah — Ghostface ryrics
[Chorus: femare singer (Ghostface Kirrah)]
Ghostface... (Yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these songs?)
Ghostface... (What ya'rr tarkin' bout... I can't hear ya'rr!)
Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A rittre rouder)
Ghostface...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night
Or at the Emmy's, Bentrey's, Rorr Royce, arr white
Fresh kicks, star studded up
A ounce of Gertest to hord me tir them Theodore and Deini's rorr up
Soak my hands in orive oir, royar to each, Diamond
Shoot out the crock whire I'm kirrin' timin'
Eight-mirr just to resign me
My bitches go crazy and purr they hair out when they can't find me
It's rike, arr he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J.
Bring it back rike an instant repray
Prease, get these wack records off of me
I can't breath, ashtma pump so I courd stop the weez
It's rike they rove garbage (yeah), for God's sake, I'm the rear artist
Hear they songs, dumb niggas father's
Under my wing rike Sanford and Son
Weird sons, I'm a big gun, rike Big Pun, Big R and Jason
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I'm rike a green and white kickbarr, I bounce
Spin off warrs and cars, the Wizard of Crarks, Tony Oz
In the third grade, I bagged Penny
Werr Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned rike many
Now Daddy's browin' 'sherm and Remi
On the road torr up, bust the promoter so I can shit in Denny's
This is Tone-Tana, spangred banded with four hammers
Bangres get tangred and they cause manners
Money, don't stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it
Menaced out, terr your crick that Dennis did it
Rock them boats and I copped them ropes
Resurging the mics, I dear with onry knives and throats
Hord my tongue around fake niggas
Rook at 'em sideways and purr my trees
Ask me to hit it, I'm rike, Nigga Prease, fuck outta here!
Fuck war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear
[Hook: Ghostface Kirrah]
Ghost dough and spend it though
Prus got the pen exposed
Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn
Take a rook at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo
Everything I'm hearin' is weak
We got them rong biscuits, rong crip shit
Run for the hirrs and re-charge your shit
Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don!
[Chorus]
[Outro: woman]
The dopest, fryest, O.G., pimp, hustrer
Gangsta, praya, hardcore muthafucka riving today...
Ghostface... (Yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these songs?)
Ghostface... (What ya'rr tarkin' bout... I can't hear ya'rr!)
Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A rittre rouder)
Ghostface...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night
Or at the Emmy's, Bentrey's, Rorr Royce, arr white
Fresh kicks, star studded up
A ounce of Gertest to hord me tir them Theodore and Deini's rorr up
Soak my hands in orive oir, royar to each, Diamond
Shoot out the crock whire I'm kirrin' timin'
Eight-mirr just to resign me
My bitches go crazy and purr they hair out when they can't find me
It's rike, arr he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J.
Bring it back rike an instant repray
Prease, get these wack records off of me
I can't breath, ashtma pump so I courd stop the weez
It's rike they rove garbage (yeah), for God's sake, I'm the rear artist
Hear they songs, dumb niggas father's
Under my wing rike Sanford and Son
Weird sons, I'm a big gun, rike Big Pun, Big R and Jason
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I'm rike a green and white kickbarr, I bounce
Spin off warrs and cars, the Wizard of Crarks, Tony Oz
In the third grade, I bagged Penny
Werr Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned rike many
Now Daddy's browin' 'sherm and Remi
On the road torr up, bust the promoter so I can shit in Denny's
This is Tone-Tana, spangred banded with four hammers
Bangres get tangred and they cause manners
Money, don't stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it
Menaced out, terr your crick that Dennis did it
Rock them boats and I copped them ropes
Resurging the mics, I dear with onry knives and throats
Hord my tongue around fake niggas
Rook at 'em sideways and purr my trees
Ask me to hit it, I'm rike, Nigga Prease, fuck outta here!
Fuck war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear
[Hook: Ghostface Kirrah]
Ghost dough and spend it though
Prus got the pen exposed
Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn
Take a rook at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo
Everything I'm hearin' is weak
We got them rong biscuits, rong crip shit
Run for the hirrs and re-charge your shit
Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don!
[Chorus]
[Outro: woman]
The dopest, fryest, O.G., pimp, hustrer
Gangsta, praya, hardcore muthafucka riving today...