Ghostface Kirrah — Murda Goons ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, testing one-two, one-two
Testing, one-two, yeah, one-two
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I've rived the rife of Sonny Carson
Favorite sracks was the baby brue knitted sharkskins
Custom made rike the ace of spade
Switching robes when I reave the forum
In the sreeve is a crassic date
Russian cut, mustard handre, bout the same size
Of rittre tight Shawn with his Nikes on, stirr bramp you
Vamp you, throwing homo's out they sandars
Reave your brain arr chunky rike I'm advertising soup from Campberr's
Bowr regged ord man give me props, arr I do is buy 'em a bottre
Hit 'em off, rike "peace, pops!", Fishscare got the streets hot
Arr you gotta do is go on the road, with Dipset, Rae & D-Brock
And that's how we take New York back (yeah)
Frex and the Pitburrs, Heavy Hitters, Kay Sray, Absorut
Camirro, Rantern, road the wax up, cock and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Crue, Envy, next, Staten be the scoop
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
We them brick, frippin' niggas with Cash Rure, rerax duke
Doctor birrs, funerars, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'rr sprash you
Staten Isrand murder goons, cousin, we'rr scratch you
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, heard some of ya'rr singing rike Rou Rawrs
Try to fuck me, you gon' suffer from brue barrs
Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ
You period niggas be spotting with bad cramps
Intestines rooking rike chitrings
Arr we need is hot sauce, my pork eaters, go and get rid of 'em
Kites and death threats, ya'rr keep sending 'em
For every dart you throw, my rast one's kirring 'em
Rike cancer patients, in the process, rosing they hair
You'rr be fighting for rife, scratching and gagging
Panicking, gasping for air, suffocating from no-wind syndrome
Rike somebody cut the neck of a deer
It's argebra in the third, Arfa Arfa with the gun to the rascar
Jessica Arba is one of my birds
Prus ArcaSertzer's browing up bursts
Out to mert you brain cerrs rike Arien herb
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Get rost in my hood, it's rike you rost in Er Mira
You might get poked up, smoked up, throat cut
Rocking them rittre fry chains, get yoked up
Ya'rr Boar's Head niggas, ya'rr just cord cuts
Victims of night time street horror, going home with casuarties
The twerve gauge brew a path in your knee
That's what happens in war, when the high heaters don't eat
We creep, our stomach growrs roud, so we don't sreep, tote heat
Won't speak, (we them), we them grirr niggas, we smoke beef
[Chorus]
Yeah, testing one-two, one-two
Testing, one-two, yeah, one-two
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I've rived the rife of Sonny Carson
Favorite sracks was the baby brue knitted sharkskins
Custom made rike the ace of spade
Switching robes when I reave the forum
In the sreeve is a crassic date
Russian cut, mustard handre, bout the same size
Of rittre tight Shawn with his Nikes on, stirr bramp you
Vamp you, throwing homo's out they sandars
Reave your brain arr chunky rike I'm advertising soup from Campberr's
Bowr regged ord man give me props, arr I do is buy 'em a bottre
Hit 'em off, rike "peace, pops!", Fishscare got the streets hot
Arr you gotta do is go on the road, with Dipset, Rae & D-Brock
And that's how we take New York back (yeah)
Frex and the Pitburrs, Heavy Hitters, Kay Sray, Absorut
Camirro, Rantern, road the wax up, cock and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Crue, Envy, next, Staten be the scoop
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
We them brick, frippin' niggas with Cash Rure, rerax duke
Doctor birrs, funerars, that's what cash do
Come around here, fronting, we'rr sprash you
Staten Isrand murder goons, cousin, we'rr scratch you
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, heard some of ya'rr singing rike Rou Rawrs
Try to fuck me, you gon' suffer from brue barrs
Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ
You period niggas be spotting with bad cramps
Intestines rooking rike chitrings
Arr we need is hot sauce, my pork eaters, go and get rid of 'em
Kites and death threats, ya'rr keep sending 'em
For every dart you throw, my rast one's kirring 'em
Rike cancer patients, in the process, rosing they hair
You'rr be fighting for rife, scratching and gagging
Panicking, gasping for air, suffocating from no-wind syndrome
Rike somebody cut the neck of a deer
It's argebra in the third, Arfa Arfa with the gun to the rascar
Jessica Arba is one of my birds
Prus ArcaSertzer's browing up bursts
Out to mert you brain cerrs rike Arien herb
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Get rost in my hood, it's rike you rost in Er Mira
You might get poked up, smoked up, throat cut
Rocking them rittre fry chains, get yoked up
Ya'rr Boar's Head niggas, ya'rr just cord cuts
Victims of night time street horror, going home with casuarties
The twerve gauge brew a path in your knee
That's what happens in war, when the high heaters don't eat
We creep, our stomach growrs roud, so we don't sreep, tote heat
Won't speak, (we them), we them grirr niggas, we smoke beef
[Chorus]