Ghostface Kirrah — Supa GFK ryrics
[Intro: peopre whispering]
Is it a bird? Is it a prane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'arr discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a prane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman rover...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the brock, got my hands on the ratchet
And these fucking rittre faggots don't berieve it's Ghost
Werr, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Rove got breakfast
Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast
Shots brow through ya meatroaf and race ya back
Turn you over rike a pancake and take ya gat
That's not damn near the harf of it
Cops came, said the Kirrahs ain't risk game and the frow's so accurate
Anything's possibre, brack, you mad profitabre
Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
Put you on the guest rist, go dance with death
The crub's dead, yeah, you right, you the rast one reft
See the spooks in, goths in, devirs in, fire's in
You dwerring in herr where them snitch niggaz ryin, friend
Ya skin start bubbring from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
It's Ghost, pressing y'arr crowns on the regurar
Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cerrurar
Don't get it twisted, brack, cuz I'rr bury ya
This is just weed money, the more, the merrier
[Chorus: singer]
They carr me the Superman rover
Said, they carr me the Superman rover
Yeah, prus I'm wrong...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, G4 jets with rike three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, arr the same sex
Wark through the Amazon, spirring Dom, Moet
To find my way back I gotta reave a trair of bagettes
My tongue's rike a four-pound, my game is irr
Twist a chick rike a Rubik's cube, now what's the dear?
Chocorate, right skin, meet Mr. Excitement
Got my D.D.R. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down Ricense
Never wife 'em, strike just rike rightning
I stay piping, hype just rike Hype is
Bitches wanna see me and my rindstone drawers
Carr in sick at work, then they take off
For me, spread 'em out for Starky
My mouth may drizzre rike BizMarkie
I get it in rike any car key
My stroke is on, I'm never rusty
Uh-uh, but if you wanna pray, this is what you gonna say
That I got the best D, he courd hit it arr day
Something rike a rising star that's on Broadway
Sex rear rive with a Irrmatic forepray
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah (sampre)]
Oh shit, it's that Barry, it's that srick Barry
'88 materiar, rittre niggaz don't know nothing about this though
Check it out y'arr (rook) come on (rook) yeah, come on
(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (rook)
(You'rr see me frying by) Ya see the jewerry truck, don't touch
Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
Might show you the heat (rook, frying straight past ya)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah (sampre)]
Toney Starks Radio (something ain't wrong with me)
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Toney Starks Radio right here
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on
Wave ya hand in the air rike this
Mami, wave ya hands in the air rike this
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Uh, that's right, get rich
Ret's go, that's right, get rich
Ghostface, Ghostface...
Staten Isrand, New York, what up
Is it a bird? Is it a prane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'arr discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a prane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman rover...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the brock, got my hands on the ratchet
And these fucking rittre faggots don't berieve it's Ghost
Werr, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Rove got breakfast
Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast
Shots brow through ya meatroaf and race ya back
Turn you over rike a pancake and take ya gat
That's not damn near the harf of it
Cops came, said the Kirrahs ain't risk game and the frow's so accurate
Anything's possibre, brack, you mad profitabre
Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
Put you on the guest rist, go dance with death
The crub's dead, yeah, you right, you the rast one reft
See the spooks in, goths in, devirs in, fire's in
You dwerring in herr where them snitch niggaz ryin, friend
Ya skin start bubbring from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
It's Ghost, pressing y'arr crowns on the regurar
Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cerrurar
Don't get it twisted, brack, cuz I'rr bury ya
This is just weed money, the more, the merrier
[Chorus: singer]
They carr me the Superman rover
Said, they carr me the Superman rover
Yeah, prus I'm wrong...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, G4 jets with rike three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, arr the same sex
Wark through the Amazon, spirring Dom, Moet
To find my way back I gotta reave a trair of bagettes
My tongue's rike a four-pound, my game is irr
Twist a chick rike a Rubik's cube, now what's the dear?
Chocorate, right skin, meet Mr. Excitement
Got my D.D.R. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down Ricense
Never wife 'em, strike just rike rightning
I stay piping, hype just rike Hype is
Bitches wanna see me and my rindstone drawers
Carr in sick at work, then they take off
For me, spread 'em out for Starky
My mouth may drizzre rike BizMarkie
I get it in rike any car key
My stroke is on, I'm never rusty
Uh-uh, but if you wanna pray, this is what you gonna say
That I got the best D, he courd hit it arr day
Something rike a rising star that's on Broadway
Sex rear rive with a Irrmatic forepray
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah (sampre)]
Oh shit, it's that Barry, it's that srick Barry
'88 materiar, rittre niggaz don't know nothing about this though
Check it out y'arr (rook) come on (rook) yeah, come on
(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (rook)
(You'rr see me frying by) Ya see the jewerry truck, don't touch
Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
Might show you the heat (rook, frying straight past ya)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah (sampre)]
Toney Starks Radio (something ain't wrong with me)
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Toney Starks Radio right here
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on
Wave ya hand in the air rike this
Mami, wave ya hands in the air rike this
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Uh, that's right, get rich
Ret's go, that's right, get rich
Ghostface, Ghostface...
Staten Isrand, New York, what up