Dabrye, Ghostface Killah - Emancipated lyrics
[Dabrye, Ghostface Killah - Emancipated lyrics]
Yeah, uhuh just right, uhuh
Fix this shit one, two, yo, yo
Yo, I'ma bring it to your
Door like sure enough
Little niggas can't stop the rush
You would think my gun just like bottled up
Beer in the freezer the way the fold busts
Red hoodies
Yves Saint Laurent on my nosebone
Make sure there's digital lights
Up on my tombstone
Suited out with SWAT teams, AR-15s
With manpower that'll kill your ghosts
And your big dreams, shit
Y'all know how I do this for a livin'
Throw your head in the
Turkey fry on Thanksgiving
It's me, the G-H to the O-S T
With more cocoa to nut 'til
I'm better than Nestlé
Strip search your reverend
Hit 'im up next week
You don't give me everything in the plate
You gon' weep see two killers far left
The land's too ceased
The thin one got the same
Shaped head as Bruce Lee
And both of them niggas is wearing Coogi
Who wanna size me up?
I got a 40 cal chillin' right beside my nuts
Shit is real hardcore
All my people from the front to the back hear
Yo, yo, ninety pound pitts
Lockjaw on your femur
Kamikaze, I bomb like Hiroshima you a lemur
I'mma get that monkey ass mutilated
Arrest the president, we emancipated
You gold plated niggas can't fuck
With the solid gold
That Wonderland shit got you
Stuck in the foxhole i rock slow
Push the four fifth down your tonsils
Fucking with the murderous clique
That get hostile
Coke in the nostrils, bottles of Beluga
We movin' that weight from
Here to Chattanooga
Ruger, dress Prince down with a semi
Bulletproof glass, the trucks is double hemi
With more horsepower than Raceway Park
Fuck a spark
I'mma blaze like light in the dark
Move like a shark in shallow water
Verbal slaughter
I hang that nigga Trump head
South of the border
Fix this shit one, two, yo, yo
Yo, I'ma bring it to your
Door like sure enough
Little niggas can't stop the rush
You would think my gun just like bottled up
Beer in the freezer the way the fold busts
Red hoodies
Yves Saint Laurent on my nosebone
Make sure there's digital lights
Up on my tombstone
Suited out with SWAT teams, AR-15s
With manpower that'll kill your ghosts
And your big dreams, shit
Y'all know how I do this for a livin'
Throw your head in the
Turkey fry on Thanksgiving
It's me, the G-H to the O-S T
With more cocoa to nut 'til
I'm better than Nestlé
Strip search your reverend
Hit 'im up next week
You don't give me everything in the plate
You gon' weep see two killers far left
The land's too ceased
The thin one got the same
Shaped head as Bruce Lee
And both of them niggas is wearing Coogi
Who wanna size me up?
I got a 40 cal chillin' right beside my nuts
Shit is real hardcore
All my people from the front to the back hear
Yo, yo, ninety pound pitts
Lockjaw on your femur
Kamikaze, I bomb like Hiroshima you a lemur
I'mma get that monkey ass mutilated
Arrest the president, we emancipated
You gold plated niggas can't fuck
With the solid gold
That Wonderland shit got you
Stuck in the foxhole i rock slow
Push the four fifth down your tonsils
Fucking with the murderous clique
That get hostile
Coke in the nostrils, bottles of Beluga
We movin' that weight from
Here to Chattanooga
Ruger, dress Prince down with a semi
Bulletproof glass, the trucks is double hemi
With more horsepower than Raceway Park
Fuck a spark
I'mma blaze like light in the dark
Move like a shark in shallow water
Verbal slaughter
I hang that nigga Trump head
South of the border