Ghostface Killah - The Champ (Remix) lyrics
rate me<BR>
"Just Blaze!"<br>
<br>
<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone<br>
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely home<br>
Trailblazer stay ballin, revenge is my arts<br>
Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy<br>
Wonderin' how did y'all niggaz get past me<br>
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty<br>
My wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I send 'em up<br>
My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up<br>
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up<br>
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what<br>
Ya'll staring at the angel of death<br>
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh<br>
This is architect music, verbal street opera<br>
pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed<br>
I ran through the tunnel, Terrorize speed<br>
That's when I was still in the jungle slangin that D<br>
<br>
<i>[bell rings]</i><br>
<br>
<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
I'mma go hard on ya'll niggas<br>
Dart ya'll niggas out, dropping science<br>
To let ya'll know what the kid about<br>
I hang like the disco ball, on the floor<br>
I'm like John Travolta, suade blazing with my chest showing<br>
Rings and them hard jeans, please, I'm comfy in the spot<br>
So I'm never handcuffing my queen<br>
It's a Theodore movement, glock holding kids<br>
With the chocolate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors<br>
Leave your chick around me, I'll get those bloomers<br>
Bang that like Desi Arness, with the cowskin cougars<br>
Keep staring down the eyes of the champ, anywhere in this rap shit<br>
Punk muthafucka, I get you blamped, word life, my throat is high<br>
See RiggaTone with the velvet mask on<br>
Cleaning his glass arm...<br>
<br>
<i>[bell rings]</i><br>
<br>
<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Who want to battle the Don?<br>
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors<br>
Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm<br>
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on<br>
Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs<br>
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on<br>
Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce to Morocco<br>
Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo<br>
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me<br>
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy<br>
When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite<br>
Or get you bumped off from the inside<br>
Jaws is hanging<br>
Frauds is leftin they draws on the floor complaining<br>
Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Wayans<br>
Stay in your place dirt born rappers get Shadow box for training<br>
Ya'll still eatin bacon<br>
<br>
<i>[bell rings]</i><br>
<br>
<i>[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Yeah nigga, that's right<br>
You know you messing with a dart master right now, yo<br>
<br>
<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt)<br>
Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut)<br>
And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two<br>
At certain dudes where they dropped they phones<br>
Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail<br>
For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail<br>
They left my fingers for dead, told 'em<br>
"I ain't have nothing to do with the writing"<br>
I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead<br>
Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's<br>
Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's'<br>
A gritty bop, my watch is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels<br>
Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle<br>
And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out<br>
Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out<br>
It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco<br>
Get my slippers, before I go gun ho!<br>
<br>
<i>[bell rings]</i><br>
<br>
<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i><br>
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table<br>
Half a mil on my left ankle<br>
Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable<br>
Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you<br>
My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rolling'<br>
Prestige is cut to it tea spark when weed went up<br>
The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp<br>
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants<br>
And jets get charted marquee shit with the cars on it<br>
They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit<br>
Back East summer MC king since Cuban<br>
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme<br>
Cuffi on, double deuce in the jeans<br>
My man shape was on the floor with the mother load both of them green<br>
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots and Rap belts belong to D.C.<br>
<BR><BR>
<BR>
