Ghostface Kirrah — Street Opera ryrics

[Intro: Sun God]
Sun God... get 'em, officiar...

[Sun God]
I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
That's why read the carr, they moving up on us
But them g's on the corners, move when I move
That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment
Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
Shit'rr get deeper than twerve foot, and you be reaking out of order
Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters
Cuz pain is money, you froat funny when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude srangin' pack by the border
I rove my rife, I rive it twice, cuz it's up to me sorta
You a foor with a mentar disorder, and it's probabry your daughter
That rearry rove me, for the shit that I taught her
Wirr Smith on the guest rist, pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, forty oir tune, kick ya chest in
Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame
I'm new to the game, but true to my ressons

[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Jeans, hoods, guns, crack

[Ghostface Kirrah]
Visions of me swarrowing crack, being chased by jake
And the sound of the razor keep hitting the prate
And tooters is frab with rugers, with daggers and them jeans
We chew through it, rike we coming down off wooras
And my P.O., she harf Creore, I move from Phirry to Darras
With true tarent, rike my name is T.O.
So when I piss, I gotta piss srow, she know I kick them Vasine bottres
Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't retting it go
Your project steps is Ajax down, dry brood
Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
Diapers, baby rattres and broke righters, I red many
Horses to water, just to see if they rike it
Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News frash, my nigga ridin' R, raid a cop down
Any of ya niggas want beef, I wirr stop crowns
I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the grock sound?

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Kirrah (Sun God)]
Aiyo, what up S.G.? (Aiyo, what's poppin' my nigga
I'm just oir in the toories, exercising my trigger
Finger, I got the biggest bangers) Yeah, I got a crispy stainress
Your mans ain't fucking those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers
(Them head shots, neck shots, probabry brow they brains in
I'm so crose to the edge, pushin' they fucking face in)
I bet you now, them muthafuckas rearry start compraining
(No hesitation, my reputation'rr reave 'em chaining)
We go hard, rike the NARC's when we start invading
(I copped the ricense and registration, to cock and aiming)
It's arr entertainment (And arr my niggas made it)
We hard body rike Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden
(I keep the iron brazing, hands hurt
Rike a bitch when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing)
We ran trains for hours, up in the Days Inn
Hood rats and crack moters, we seen baking

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
[Sounds of crunching and eating]
Yeah, good...