Tytuł: Stroke Of Death

• Wykonawca: Ghostface Killah
• Wyświetleń: 510

[Solomon's Child (formerly known as Killa Bamz)]
  Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life
  Thug for life, forever eyein the kid
  '89 stick-up kid, King of New York
  Regulation party, daddy hard body
  Rowdy Brighton God-body
  Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop
  Top of the world, get it rizzight
  Big to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice
  Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice
  This is real lizzife, ain't nothin sweet God
  Sit down and think it through God
  Cuz comin all outta ya face'll get ya clap God
  
  [Girl]
  You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele
  
  [Ghostface Killah]
  Step in to the party, it's me
  God Almighty, Ghost still holdin that shotty
  Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs
  Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope
  Duke it on the globe, thank God for my Wallabee shoes
  They done saved me, up three-nothin and Salt Lake City
  Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in em
  Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin
  Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon
  Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon
  Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slap-hash Indian
  Milk on my mustache, drop to my chiny-chin
  Dive into dangerous parts, buildin with thirsty mammals
  White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks!"
  
  [RZA]
  Smack the girl, bailbonds man stripped of eighteen bronz man
  Tall like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Larry Johnson
  Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's
  Old Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, banana flow
  David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate
  Bones splitted fatal Wu swords, sour amputate
  Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks
  Our cash high right stock, our logo's on your rice box
  Plus your dice box, on the side upon your white socks
  Bobby got the mic cocked, BUCK BUCK, nice shot