Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Laced Cheeba lyrics

rate me

Feat. Sean Price & Trife Diesel

Intro - talking:

"Your kung fu is good!

Your magic is good"

"That's why he waited!

My power had diminished

So he'll have to kill me"

"Yes.. but.."

"Your kung fu is still good

If you practice again"

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers

4 shoguns that got fucked by geishas

Still gracious, still able to twist out thoughts

Just screw up your skin for swimming

With the sharks. Broken ankle

Fucking with the wallabee clogs

Got them bitches still screaming my name

"Waddup Sean?" I'm a bone-crusher

I just lit your face like a Dutch Master

No more mixes - polar bears from Alaska

With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice

Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice

You the reason why the game was sold

Playing niggas, I come through and cease your ?

Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis

Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence

Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads

With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds

[Verse 2: Sean Price]

Everybody get paid

Everybody get laid

All these bitches' dirty

Everybody got AIDS

Everybody get played

Everybody get sprayed

Everybody do what I say

Everybody my maid

B, Crack-sellin black felon

That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons

Some thugs - one gun, one slug

Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young Mugs"

Listen, it's Mandela par

I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard

I kill niggas with the birdy click banger

My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber

Living room, everyone spirit you rap dudes

Smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues

Call me the gatekeeper

Break heaters on your face, smoke laced cheeba

[Verse 3: Trife Diesel]

She want a thug, not the lawyer-type

A boy employed to promote and write

Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight

I'm eating good, enjoying life

Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white

With little strings attached, pull this might

Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe

Peeling off like snakeskin

Watch the coca bite

Good for price, success story

Going jet for me, you rep ?

That's why your cassette's corny

Your money too short for long convo

You in the game hurting, tryna play

Rajon Rondo. Millionaire swag

Keep your boys ensemble

Prince Akeem, coming to America, etc

Whoever said the kite is a messenger

Cause I think like the man behind a register

Quick to pull the toaster out

Stomp, choke em out. We over here

Counting Bread, what you loaf about?

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Thanks to adrianna

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