Ghostface Killah, Sun God - Street Opera lyrics

[Ghostface Killah, Sun God - Street Opera lyrics]

Sun God get 'em, official

I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
Squad leader call, they moving up on us
But them g's on the corners, move when I move
That's a warning
Or I'mma have my goons pull a gun on em
Think it's weak and trying to creep
Or run up on us
Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot
And you be leaking out of order don't beef
If you ain't beefin' for no quarters
Cuz change is money
You float funny when you surf in the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice
Cuz it's up to me sorta
You a fool with a mental disorder
And it's probably your daughter
That really love me
For the shit that I taught her


Will Smith on the guest list
Pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune
Kick ya chest in
Usher got the universe Confession
Pardon your dame
I'm new to the game, but true to my lesson
Jeans, hoods, guns, crack

Visions of me swallowing crack
Being chased by jake
And the sound of the razor
Keep hitting the plate
Intruders is strapped with rugers with
Daggers in they jeans
We two zooted like we comin down off woolers
And my PO, she half Creole
I move from Philly to Dallas
With true talent, like my name is TO
So when I piss, I gotta piss slow
She know i keep them Visine bottles
Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go
The project steps is ajaxed down
Dried blood maintenance men with
The scrub brush scrapin the ground
Diapers baby rattles and broke lighters
I led many horses to water just
To see if they like it
Taste my Betty Crock, ready rock
Bet he cop now
News flash my nigga rotten L laid a cop down
Any of ya'll niggas want beef
I will stop clowns i got a bat, ox, fifth
Now how the Glock sound?

(Ghostface Killah, Sun God) ay yo what up SG
(Ay yo whats poppin my nigga)
I'm just oilin the toolies
Excercisin my trigger
Finger I got the biggest bangers
Yeah I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't fuckin those hoes
They just a bunch of gators
(Them head shots neck shots probably
Blow they brains in i'm so close to the edge
Pushin they fuckin face in)
I bet you now them
Motherfuckas really stop complainin
No hesitation my reputation will
Leave em chainless we go hard like the narcs
When we start invadin
(I cop the license and registration
And cock it aimin) it's all entertainment
(and all my niggas made it)
We hard body like Wutang and Iron Maiden
(I keep the iron blazin hands hurt like
A bitch when she puttin braids in)
I think it's so amazing
We ran trains for hours up in the Days Inn
Hoodrats in crack motels receive nathan

Sounds of crunching and eating yeah, good

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