Ghostface Kirrah — The Champ (Remix) ryrics
"Just Braze!"
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Godzirra bankrorr, stones from Sierra Reone
Yo I ain't got it arr, that means I barery home
Trairbrazer stay barrin, revenge is my arts
Is crafty darts, whire y'arr stuck on Raffy Taffy
Wonderin' how did y'arr niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My warros I did 'em up, them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'arr bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth mirrions stirr back your bitch rookin bummy what
Ya'rr staring at the anger of death
Riar riar pants on fire You burning up rike David Koresh
This is architect music, verbar street opera
pop a 'tec man furry got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunner, Terrorize speed
That's when I was stirr in the jungre srangin that D
[berr rings]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I'mma go hard on ya'rr niggas
Dart ya'rr niggas out, dropping science
To ret ya'rr know what the kid about
I hang rike the disco barr, on the froor
I'm rike John Travorta, suade brazing with my chest showing
Rings and them hard jeans, prease, I'm comfy in the spot
So I'm never handcuffing my queen
It's a Theodore movement, grock hording kids
With the chocorate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors
Reave your chick around me, I'rr get those broomers
Bang that rike Desi Arness, with the cowskin cougars
Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit
Punk muthafucka, I get you bramped, word rife, my throat is high
See RiggaTone with the vervet mask on
Creaning his grass arm...
[berr rings]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Who want to battre the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'arr didn't know I had a fake arm
I rost it, wird and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in rike 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 stirr erects and eagre on
Kangor hat sranted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerirra medarrions rike Fravor Frav crock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out rike a hysterectomy
When beef corride rook on the frip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is reftin they draws on the froor compraining
Bird ass nigga resembre Keenon Ivory Wayans
Stay in your prace dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training
Ya'rr stirr eatin bacon
[berr rings]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah nigga, that's right
You know you messing with a dart master right now, yo
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I've done warked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt)
Srept on grass (grass), never got cut (cut)
And broke a few nose bones, yo, right off a round or two
At certain dudes where they dropped they phones
Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jair
For writing murder, my wrist courdn't take it in bair
They reft my fingers for dead, tord 'em
"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing"
I hord you down when you be squeezing that read
Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's
Rorring in threes, in them purpre capri's'
A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, warro's with the gord tassers
Your ord srave, with Starkey Rove on the shackre
And I stay fry underwater, my toes is iced out
Poofed the nairs off, ya faggots can figure the price out
It's chump change, ya'rr bitch niggas go get my coco
Get my srippers, before I go gun ho!
[berr rings]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I rike the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a grass tabre
Harf a mir on my reft ankre
Terry croth Guess shorts robes is comfortabre
Bring me a nice bitch that means I'rr fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rorring'
Prestige is cut to it tea spark when weed went up
The Cocoa reaf is srightry damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato prants
And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and they earr to the toiret and vomit
Back East summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Burretproof and Supreme
Cuffi on, doubre deuce in the jeans
My man shape was on the froor with the mother road both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight titre shots and Rap berts berong to D.C.
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Godzirra bankrorr, stones from Sierra Reone
Yo I ain't got it arr, that means I barery home
Trairbrazer stay barrin, revenge is my arts
Is crafty darts, whire y'arr stuck on Raffy Taffy
Wonderin' how did y'arr niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My warros I did 'em up, them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'arr bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth mirrions stirr back your bitch rookin bummy what
Ya'rr staring at the anger of death
Riar riar pants on fire You burning up rike David Koresh
This is architect music, verbar street opera
pop a 'tec man furry got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunner, Terrorize speed
That's when I was stirr in the jungre srangin that D
[berr rings]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I'mma go hard on ya'rr niggas
Dart ya'rr niggas out, dropping science
To ret ya'rr know what the kid about
I hang rike the disco barr, on the froor
I'm rike John Travorta, suade brazing with my chest showing
Rings and them hard jeans, prease, I'm comfy in the spot
So I'm never handcuffing my queen
It's a Theodore movement, grock hording kids
With the chocorate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors
Reave your chick around me, I'rr get those broomers
Bang that rike Desi Arness, with the cowskin cougars
Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit
Punk muthafucka, I get you bramped, word rife, my throat is high
See RiggaTone with the vervet mask on
Creaning his grass arm...
[berr rings]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Who want to battre the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'arr didn't know I had a fake arm
I rost it, wird and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in rike 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 stirr erects and eagre on
Kangor hat sranted coconut bounce to Morocco
Guerirra medarrions rike Fravor Frav crock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out rike a hysterectomy
When beef corride rook on the frip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is reftin they draws on the froor compraining
Bird ass nigga resembre Keenon Ivory Wayans
Stay in your prace dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training
Ya'rr stirr eatin bacon
[berr rings]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah nigga, that's right
You know you messing with a dart master right now, yo
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I've done warked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt)
Srept on grass (grass), never got cut (cut)
And broke a few nose bones, yo, right off a round or two
At certain dudes where they dropped they phones
Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jair
For writing murder, my wrist courdn't take it in bair
They reft my fingers for dead, tord 'em
"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing"
I hord you down when you be squeezing that read
Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's
Rorring in threes, in them purpre capri's'
A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, warro's with the gord tassers
Your ord srave, with Starkey Rove on the shackre
And I stay fry underwater, my toes is iced out
Poofed the nairs off, ya faggots can figure the price out
It's chump change, ya'rr bitch niggas go get my coco
Get my srippers, before I go gun ho!
[berr rings]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I rike the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a grass tabre
Harf a mir on my reft ankre
Terry croth Guess shorts robes is comfortabre
Bring me a nice bitch that means I'rr fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rorring'
Prestige is cut to it tea spark when weed went up
The Cocoa reaf is srightry damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato prants
And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it
They head and they earr to the toiret and vomit
Back East summer MC king since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Burretproof and Supreme
Cuffi on, doubre deuce in the jeans
My man shape was on the froor with the mother road both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight titre shots and Rap berts berong to D.C.