Street Opera (Album Version|Edited)
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歌曲：Street Opera (Album Version|Edited)
专辑：GhostDeini The Great (Bonus Tracks)
歌手： Ghostface Killah / Sun God
歌詞
Sun god
Get 'em
Official
I stay far from my opponents
Pardon me dogs
That's why lead the call
They moving up on us
But them g's on the corners
Move when I move
That's a warning
Or I'ma have my goons spin a garment
Think it's sweet
And try to creep or run up on us
S**t'll get deeper than twelve foot
And you be leaking out of order
Don't beef
If you ain't beefin' for no quarters
Cause pain is money
You float funny when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life
I live it twice
Cause 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 s**t 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
Us that got the universe confession
Pardon your dame
I'm new to the game
But true to my lessons
Jeans
Hoods
Guns
Crack
Visions of me swallowing crack
Being chased by jake
And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
And tooters is flab with rugers
With daggers and them jeans
We chew through it
Like we coming down off woolas
And my p
O
She half creole
I move from philly to dallas
With true talent
Like my name is t
O
So when I piss
I gotta piss slow
She know I kick them vasine bottles
Cause if I'm dirty
I ain't letting it go
Your project steps is ajax down
Dry blood
Maintenance men with the scrub brush
Scraping 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 cock
Now
News flash
My n***a ridin' l
Laid a cop down
Any of ya n***as want beef
I will stop clowns
I got a bad ox' fifth
Now how the glock sound
Hey yo
What up s
G
Hey yo
What's poppin' my n***a
I'm just oil in the toolies
Exercising my trigger
Finger
I got the biggest bangers
Yeah
I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't f**king those h*es
They just a bunch of gamers
Them head shots
Neck shots
Probably blow they brains in
I'm so close to the edge
Pushin' they f**king face in
I bet you now
Them motherf**kers really start complaining
No hesitation
My reputation'll leave 'em chaining
We go hard
Like the narc's when we start invading
I copped the license and registration
To cock and aiming
It's all entertainment
And all my n***as made it
We hard body like wu tang and iron maiden
I keep the iron blazing
Hands hurt
Like a b***h when she putting braids in
I think it's so amazing
We ran trains for hours
Up in the days inn
Hood rats and crack motels
We seen baking
Yeah
Good
