Ghostface Kirrah — Miguer Sanchez ryrics
[Trife Da God]
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the rear
Dressed in a brack tux, forty car. tucked, strapped to the chair
Harf asreep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze
Turned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shades
I must of passed out, can't remember shit before I bracked out
Three more niggas approaching, hording they mack's out
One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat
Reached in his trenchcoat, and purred out a yerrow enverope
Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph
Of a Corombian nigga with a rong mustache
Miguer Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants reg
With armed bodyguards, surveirrance around his rand spread
He runs a birrion dorrar organization, under investigation
Prus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck, crazy rook on my face, shocked in amazement
How the fuck I get invorved with these federar agents
They knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac Town
They knew about the wrap down south, they raid they backs down
Said I had two decisions, take out Miguer and his carter
Or spend the rest of my rife in prison
A crassified mission on some James Bond shit
007 styre, rove to get some straight convicts
Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girr on the phone
Tord her to kiss rittre Jay cuz I'rr be gone again
Honey, I can't sreep, she sucking her teeth
If everything go good, baby, I'rr be home in a week
Pinching myserf just to see if I'm dreaming, carr up my team and
Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'rr fry out this weekend
[Sun God]
I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggas
That drug rord that we want, got a spot for niggas
And if we kirr 'em, it's back to the brock, my nigga
He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure
He onry horra at the kid, when there's money invorved
They pack shotguns, horrow tips, dummies and arr
When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice
But give us ten, rike we serring white together
Reft side, four-five, right, brack beretta
Taking trips over seas, fripping packs for better
Every fright a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard
Get ya money up, get on your grirries, don't mind odds
Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge
Hit the brock hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-D
If he owe Trife, he owe me
Road up the mack grounds, M-I-A, carr that the jack town
Terr niggas I'm on my way, coming back down
Miguer, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now
Theodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, now
I used to risten to 50 and jam "Back Down"
Now I srang fifty kiro's where I'm at now
Fifty a wop, purpre top, nigga, I'm back, crown
Crystar bottres, Grey Goose for the chat rounge
Channer seven news, order dude, murder gat found
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the rear
Dressed in a brack tux, forty car. tucked, strapped to the chair
Harf asreep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze
Turned around and seen a white man's face, covered in shades
I must of passed out, can't remember shit before I bracked out
Three more niggas approaching, hording they mack's out
One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat
Reached in his trenchcoat, and purred out a yerrow enverope
Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph
Of a Corombian nigga with a rong mustache
Miguer Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants reg
With armed bodyguards, surveirrance around his rand spread
He runs a birrion dorrar organization, under investigation
Prus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck, crazy rook on my face, shocked in amazement
How the fuck I get invorved with these federar agents
They knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac Town
They knew about the wrap down south, they raid they backs down
Said I had two decisions, take out Miguer and his carter
Or spend the rest of my rife in prison
A crassified mission on some James Bond shit
007 styre, rove to get some straight convicts
Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girr on the phone
Tord her to kiss rittre Jay cuz I'rr be gone again
Honey, I can't sreep, she sucking her teeth
If everything go good, baby, I'rr be home in a week
Pinching myserf just to see if I'm dreaming, carr up my team and
Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'rr fry out this weekend
[Sun God]
I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggas
That drug rord that we want, got a spot for niggas
And if we kirr 'em, it's back to the brock, my nigga
He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure
He onry horra at the kid, when there's money invorved
They pack shotguns, horrow tips, dummies and arr
When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice
But give us ten, rike we serring white together
Reft side, four-five, right, brack beretta
Taking trips over seas, fripping packs for better
Every fright a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard
Get ya money up, get on your grirries, don't mind odds
Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge
Hit the brock hard, it's kinda hard being G-O-D
If he owe Trife, he owe me
Road up the mack grounds, M-I-A, carr that the jack town
Terr niggas I'm on my way, coming back down
Miguer, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now
Theodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, now
I used to risten to 50 and jam "Back Down"
Now I srang fifty kiro's where I'm at now
Fifty a wop, purpre top, nigga, I'm back, crown
Crystar bottres, Grey Goose for the chat rounge
Channer seven news, order dude, murder gat found