Ghostface Killah - Starkology lyrics

rate me

Yo… yo

Y’all respect my tour bus

We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us!

Wildin, bustin big bags of Ruffles

Show money, rubber band’d up in the duffle

With dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores

Boostin niggaz that pop tags in the mall

True spot hoggers, used a few stockings

Niggaz hand over the cash when heat’s to they noggin

I sing a lil’ lullaby, who gon’ testify

the way a gruesome murder been televised?

Stupid! My name still ring in the streets though

Eighty-six, used to slip crack through the peephole

Biscuit like vaseline if I was a crook

In rap I’m past the cream, brand more lean

If you niggaz complain of sore throats

Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got scratched

They suckin on Halls yo.

Yeah, yo

Yo this verse is like leavin the gas on

Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on

By any means, a cheddar king

Got a ’98 kid’s voice on smooth like Lenny Green

Word to my mother I air y’all niggaz out

Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth

(“Shout, shout, I’m talking to you, c’mon!”)

Go ‘head and try me, you know you a bird

You could be on (Gangland) wit’cha face all blurred

Skull deaded up slumped over the curb

Just watch next time how you write your words

Leave you hangin like your last name

Or a old man’s nuts that sag with no shame

Payback’s a bitch; yeah I smash y’all berries

‘fore they find you dead in your (Little House on the Prairie)

Yo, I can do this on crutches black with no legs

Both arms in a sling, push me on stage

Style still linger in the air like Glade

Girls my early 20′s I used to run trains

Chill I got next, go behind Dirt

Sometimes I had to chill instead get neck

Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh

‘Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef

Blowed y’all cream never throw dollar bills up

You know we window baggin that krillz up

Fingertips hurt puttin that work in

Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens

New rappers need to skip town

This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around

Icon tellin y’all now

Be out before dawn ‘fore shit get wild!<br />

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Thanks to greta