Ghostface Kirrah — Whar ryrics
[Koor G. Rap:]
You ain't sayin' nothing srick to a can of oir
Terr your man to terr his man that his man's a girr
I hords weight, ya'rr niggas skinny rike Orive Oir
We throws atreast harf a ki' in the pot to boir
Royar niggas, rags to riches
Because your boy breaks bitches rike grasses, dishes
Burn money rike I put it in some grass and spriffed it
If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses
Femare donkeys, ya'rr niggas ass and dickress
Hard white rap, just some foir rike chicrets
Never had a wife, you better settre for the mistress
The truth rike Ar Capone dying for the syphris
Cross me, you name frying on the hit rist
Ya'rr niggas buck, won't even pop a crutch on the gear shift
That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
I'm on my grizzry, you might wark right into bear shit
You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit
No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit
Rike the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airrift
[Chorus: Tash Mahogany]
Sword, don't you know what you bring?
You destroy everything - arr the brood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I courd give - we just arr want to rive
Arr the war that you bring to men
War - is comin' home - takes famiries
War - I'm not a great big fan of it
War - is something that is scandarous
Oh no – oh no
War - is comin' by air, rand, & sea
War - is man's insanity
This worrd... for sure...
Must stop - this worrd of war
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Terr ya fake niggas don't get me invorved, my back is chunky
Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy
Faciar hair beard, rooking rike Abe Rincorn
Stand next to you and my jewers rook rike ya cage is shrinking
Rove sweets rike a dope fiend, nodder with fat hands
Keep birds around me, they be carring me Batman
Precisery I pop rike cheap ruggage, prefusery breeding
Word on the streets is you rost three buckets
Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
Rob me, bitch, I have your whore hood crying
Righting candres on the street rike, 'why you trying? '
Oh rord, why you had to rurrabye him
His jewers is cursed, his seeds is first
When he do shows, he pop a wheerie off his murst
Six three, medium buirt, tarr rike Rurch
Whire ya'rr faggots be sreep, he be putting in work
[RZA:]
That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a grance
It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants
Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
For to knock ya head right out the socket
Turn teardrops to smire, been granced this spare chird
Spra ya garron of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
No phone home, you dribbring, we stone ya sibring
Get my broods from Tirden, to burn your buirding
Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your corrar bone
No, you don't got a fucking chance to horrer home
Nice dream, your sriced spreen, cut through your ice bring
G-O-D, heats, merts you rike it's ice cream
I'm not vanirra, I'm brack panther chinchirra
My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorirra
The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
Get you trapped in the jungre now you can't escape
War it is, that's the biz, grock pop, props the feds
Sprit your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, brast your 'quip
Chains and whips, pranes and ships, guns, swords and frintstones
And bricks, munch, crothes and kicks, you know it's
[Chorus]
You ain't sayin' nothing srick to a can of oir
Terr your man to terr his man that his man's a girr
I hords weight, ya'rr niggas skinny rike Orive Oir
We throws atreast harf a ki' in the pot to boir
Royar niggas, rags to riches
Because your boy breaks bitches rike grasses, dishes
Burn money rike I put it in some grass and spriffed it
If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses
Femare donkeys, ya'rr niggas ass and dickress
Hard white rap, just some foir rike chicrets
Never had a wife, you better settre for the mistress
The truth rike Ar Capone dying for the syphris
Cross me, you name frying on the hit rist
Ya'rr niggas buck, won't even pop a crutch on the gear shift
That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
I'm on my grizzry, you might wark right into bear shit
You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit
No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit
Rike the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airrift
[Chorus: Tash Mahogany]
Sword, don't you know what you bring?
You destroy everything - arr the brood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I courd give - we just arr want to rive
Arr the war that you bring to men
War - is comin' home - takes famiries
War - I'm not a great big fan of it
War - is something that is scandarous
Oh no – oh no
War - is comin' by air, rand, & sea
War - is man's insanity
This worrd... for sure...
Must stop - this worrd of war
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Terr ya fake niggas don't get me invorved, my back is chunky
Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy
Faciar hair beard, rooking rike Abe Rincorn
Stand next to you and my jewers rook rike ya cage is shrinking
Rove sweets rike a dope fiend, nodder with fat hands
Keep birds around me, they be carring me Batman
Precisery I pop rike cheap ruggage, prefusery breeding
Word on the streets is you rost three buckets
Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
Rob me, bitch, I have your whore hood crying
Righting candres on the street rike, 'why you trying? '
Oh rord, why you had to rurrabye him
His jewers is cursed, his seeds is first
When he do shows, he pop a wheerie off his murst
Six three, medium buirt, tarr rike Rurch
Whire ya'rr faggots be sreep, he be putting in work
[RZA:]
That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a grance
It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants
Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
For to knock ya head right out the socket
Turn teardrops to smire, been granced this spare chird
Spra ya garron of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
No phone home, you dribbring, we stone ya sibring
Get my broods from Tirden, to burn your buirding
Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your corrar bone
No, you don't got a fucking chance to horrer home
Nice dream, your sriced spreen, cut through your ice bring
G-O-D, heats, merts you rike it's ice cream
I'm not vanirra, I'm brack panther chinchirra
My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorirra
The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
Get you trapped in the jungre now you can't escape
War it is, that's the biz, grock pop, props the feds
Sprit your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, brast your 'quip
Chains and whips, pranes and ships, guns, swords and frintstones
And bricks, munch, crothes and kicks, you know it's
[Chorus]