Ghostface Killah, T.M.F. - One lyrics

Yo (yeah) , new Ghostface! (True, indeed)
Glorious days (True, indeed, God)
Check it out, y'all we back, yes, yes, y'all
(Fake roller derbies) , yeah masked avengers
(We're here to sharpen your sword)
All praise is due, TMF, Wu Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost (Ayo)

We at the weed gate waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags
Two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers
Hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost
You the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come
You never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL
Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets


Dru Hill bitches
Specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic
Never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you might start to spit
You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace
Wind lifted on the dance floor
Makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes
We never half baked
Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like candy canes
Lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly
From the heart, boo, i miss you
See daddy rock a wristful
Modern day slave God
Graveyard spells fog you goggles
Laying like needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette
Baguette swizzle
Ziploc the air, hear thistle

To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play
Get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said
"Take your clothes off"

Ayo, the Devil planted fear
Inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood
They going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves
We eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up (Grow up)

Ayo, crash through, break the glass
Tony with the goalie mask that's the past
Heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash
Love the grass
Cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass
Up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with
Your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with
The pearly ash children fix the contrast as
The sound clashes
Mrs dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze
Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar
Get a crack at this
Dicking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins
Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa
Two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sports bar
Tell a young lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball
Dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony

Ayo, the Devil planted fear
Inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood
They going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves
We eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up

Ayo, Wu Tang Clan
TMF in the motherfuckin' joint
We all connect as one
That's it, baby, straight up
And down y'all, Staple-town, y'all
Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? One
Ah hah, that's it?
(Trey-Mack, what? Shaolin) , yo
Staple-town, B (What?)
How many nuts you might bust? One
Haha, straight up and down (What?)
Take to drop a nigga, yo (What?)
How many shots? One
How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome
And it only takes one that's it, word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? One
Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? One
Hahaha, at a time, nigga
At a time, you know we do, at a time
Dope fiends, dummy
Like, like, like, like (One)
How many bags it take to get
These dope fiends off that bullshit? One