Ghostface Killah, Kool G Rap - Ghost & Giancana lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Kool G Rap - Ghost & Giancana lyrics]
Yea, yea it's like rap pa', huh? What?
Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What?
Leave a mark on your face, duke
Word, uh huh, you fake fucks
Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo
I bathe in a tub of guns
Dry off with the clips
Now I'm automatic Jack
That's what I've become gangsta lean leanin
Peach cobbler pockets fit the graham cracker
Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in
Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt
Plenty of days I read up, skiied up
Whips all beat up 7: 30, the sky is fallin
The most of this dyed with dirty urines
It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle
Crisp bangle material
Boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal
Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in
Pediatric wildin
Grippin the floors like cushion
Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson
Staten
Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh
You call
Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C
Catch me in the spot with a guillotine
In the back of the church
My book be the Book of Life
Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife
This go to all real niggas
That be shootin dice
Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick
To me in life
Eh yo we pot of soil
Shot our nines of chrome
Just watch how many minds get blown
When I cock mines behind your dome
They gon' find your bones
With your top popped behind your home
Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone
BGF and when we the kind to roam
Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones
Blind every dime in the zone
Shit on every line in the poem
And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol'
BGF war ones, let the fours dump in the
Forefront with your horse ones
Your body found inside of a Ford trunk
Smellin like four skunks
Blast up and cut into four chunks
Shot down and not found for four months
Who playin outfield without a chest shield?
Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel
Nigga we 'bout reppin for real
Only take a second to peel
Should've known there was a Tec in the deal
Nigga
Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What?
Leave a mark on your face, duke
Word, uh huh, you fake fucks
Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo
I bathe in a tub of guns
Dry off with the clips
Now I'm automatic Jack
That's what I've become gangsta lean leanin
Peach cobbler pockets fit the graham cracker
Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in
Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt
Plenty of days I read up, skiied up
Whips all beat up 7: 30, the sky is fallin
The most of this dyed with dirty urines
It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle
Crisp bangle material
Boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal
Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in
Pediatric wildin
Grippin the floors like cushion
Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson
Staten
Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh
You call
Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C
Catch me in the spot with a guillotine
In the back of the church
My book be the Book of Life
Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife
This go to all real niggas
That be shootin dice
Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick
To me in life
Eh yo we pot of soil
Shot our nines of chrome
Just watch how many minds get blown
When I cock mines behind your dome
They gon' find your bones
With your top popped behind your home
Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone
BGF and when we the kind to roam
Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones
Blind every dime in the zone
Shit on every line in the poem
And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol'
BGF war ones, let the fours dump in the
Forefront with your horse ones
Your body found inside of a Ford trunk
Smellin like four skunks
Blast up and cut into four chunks
Shot down and not found for four months
Who playin outfield without a chest shield?
Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel
Nigga we 'bout reppin for real
Only take a second to peel
Should've known there was a Tec in the deal
Nigga