Ghostface Killah - Clispe Of Doom lyrics
rate me(feat. Trife Da God)<br />
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[Ghostface Killah]<br />
Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!<br />
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!<br />
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!<br />
Nah'mean yo.. what? Fuck you too nigga!<br />
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!<br />
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!<br />
Eat a dick nigga!<br />
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[Verse 1]<br />
Catch me in the 80's drop<br />
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock<br />
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it<br />
Capricorn, Aquarius<br />
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods<br />
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice<br />
And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and boost<br />
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!<br />
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs<br />
That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all<br />
Fuck a state, light charge<br />
My predicate status, irrelevant<br />
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants<br />
Jumbo shits from New Orleans<br />
Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends<br />
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean<br />
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!<br />
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[Chorus: Trife Da God]<br />
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners<br />
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners<br />
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags<br />
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks<br />
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas<br />
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash<br />
'Cause we cut from the same cloth<br />
Big guns ready to bang off<br />
Slide off the cables and take the rings off!<br />
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[Verse 2]<br />
We hold the weight of four Synagogues<br />
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars<br />
Going mad wetting 'em<br />
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em<br />
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em<br />
Niggaz couldn't come through (word)<br />
That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue<br />
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around!<br />
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town!<br />
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines<br />
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine<br />
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes<br />
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die<br />
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs<br />
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug<br />
On that note I'm a say peace!<br />
Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth!<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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[Verse 3]<br />
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist<br />
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick<br />
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger<br />
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers<br />
Peel your potato like Arriada<br />
On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter<br />
Fuck your marrow! fuck your hood!<br />
You ain't a street legend like me!<br />
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty<br />
I muffle motherfuckers up like meineke<br />
And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"<br />
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep<br />
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treats<br />
Im the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty<br />
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues<br />
Picking niggaz off by the Red Sea<br />
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!
