Block Rock-Ghostface Killah

Block Rock

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时间:2006-12-18

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Block Rock - Ghostface Killah

You out there on now

Sorry that's word I'm not the herb

Understand what I'm saying saying saying

It's the hardcore

Set it off rusty low down

Following me it be the God

Whatever whatever

God all

All New York ight

Yo aiyo the Wally man's coming you can hear his chain dangle

Brolic arm check out the ankle

Best cuts diamond sittin' sideways like they sit in the cup

You can pour Goose on it juice on it two Jamaican sluts

On the streets cousin word life them big boy Toys'R'Us

Got them S5 fifties Maybach's push suede back

Four hundred g's on the concrete save that

Like James Brown it's the Big Payback

Same place you front's where you get laid at

Strong arm a n***a for real we eat ya food

Like dog muthaf**ka in replace of a meal

Give you a two hour car chase flying through lakes and bushes

Holding the wheel still burning the swishes

Exotic killas who bribe to kill us and we pay for a tab

Don't matter what size the bill is

We don't need your support wack speech your thought

Just to rhyme my s**t when the tape cut off

The price of fame a d**e chain the same chain

Yo he tapped to the roof watch the block watch 'em hang

From Broad Street down to Milledge

You f**king with experienced killas

Mean wolves silver back gorillas

Them Theodore kids' gorillas

You f**king with experienced killas

Silver back gorillas

The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex

The street is never at peace when I palm a tech

My enemies is sub dude I'm a black belt

The moves I do is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul

Same dudes give a b***h booze stupid rich dudes

Crystal chandellier ice keep a wrist full

'Cause if Lil' Jon can ice his cup

I top that s**t and ice my nuts

See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks

At 3 A M you like d**n who put the sun on the block

Is he crazy Illuminate like the Son of God

And still pull up in the hoopted out rented car

With dust and w**d on him knock the neighborhood bully out

Take his gun and pee on him

The magazines can't develop my flicks

The negatives came and printed out them c-note chips

Keep the heat flaming beats banging bottle of w**d stanking

Competition yo I'm giving out strict spankings

Burn 'em like bacon some want Satan

In the hell fire screaming yo I'm sorry for faking baking

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