Ghostface Killah One(feat Tmf Lyrics

One(feat Tmf Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]

 Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"}

 Yeah, to glorious days {"one"}

 Yeah God, check it out y'all

 We back, yes yes y'all {"one"}

 (Fake roller derbies)

 Yeah, masked avengers

 We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"}

 All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan

 Scream on it, Ghost

 

 [Ghostface]

 Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake

 We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {"one"}

 Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass

 Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}

 Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know

 like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"}

 Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion

 Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"}

 Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk

 Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"}

 Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target

 when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"}

 You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted

 on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}

 Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked

 Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}

 Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

 The branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}

 Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you

 See daddy rock a wristful {"one"}

 Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles

 Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}

 Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle

 Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}

 

 [T.M.F. - both]

 To my real bitches take your drawers off

 To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}

 Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

 and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"}

 

 [Ghostface]

 Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

 Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}

 Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

 Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}

 

 Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask

 That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {"one"}

 Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash

 Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}

 Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed

 Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}

 Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes

 Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"}

 Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes

 Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}

 Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress

 Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}

 Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins

 Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open

 Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover

 Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}

 Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture

 Castor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}

 Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy

 God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}

 

 Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

 Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}

 Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

 Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}

 

 [Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ]

 Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint

 We all connect as {"one"}

 (Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all

 (Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"}

 (Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?) 

 How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}

 Haha, straight up and down

  {"one"}

 (How many shots?) {"one"}

  {"one"}

 (That's it) Word up

 How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"}

 (Yo, yo, yo)  {"one"}

 (Aw shit, haha)  {"one"}

  {"one"}