Ghostface Killah - Ghetto Lyrics

Ghostface Killah - Ghetto (Apollo Kids) (feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna & U-God)

I was born and raised in the ghetto (repeats)
Listen to me …

Far killed project 18 pound
Put it down that’s the model
.. regular
.. I know it’s hidden in the grey labs
..visualise the shepherd and the green jets
…I’m in the OV .. the cash ..
I know it’s part of the …green bags
Visualize the shepherd and the green jets
Wait until I get on the haters is gonna hate it
And miss .. young Chris …

Brother listen to me
Listen to me
How do you make your pride in the ghetto? (repeats)

We make pride in the ghetto by selling that cracks
Niggers make pride by busting the gang
Might stick a nigger up … making a gap
So dirty bag game but we give them the stacks
Pride game better add .. to fame
Some sell .. to weed ain’t no joke
Might sell anything as long as we got …
So if we are getting that bread will you come for your dope
Raising with a brother might too for the pride
Violate the rolls until your family is …
Get bread in the ghetto while we’re … the feds
.. to the ghetto got .. to his heads

Brother listen to me
Listen to me
How do you make your pride in the ghetto? (repeats)

So we ask them stuff them in the black bags
Throw the off the window
Take care .. the rats in the ghetto
.. slap the medal
Fat guys get … like …
.. billed a .. when the gun …

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? (repeats)
Feed one child and starve another

We like brothers
We came from the same …
Fuck the same horros
.. spread that name on the same wall
.. if that’s what it is
Then that’s what it is ..
Die just to live …
Show me the competition
Friends got lost …

Ghostface Killah - Handcuffin’ Them Hoes Lyrics

Ghostface Killah - Handcuffin’ Them Hoes (feat. Jim Jones)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches
Y’all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz
Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out
I gets my love game on without a doubt
My girl know I’m live (yeah) point blank period
Hand cuffin them hoes y’all can’t be serious
You ain’t cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag
One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag
Give a fuck if that’s your broad, she shouldn’t be out
We in the club lookin to put something fat in her mouth
Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin
Between now and a few hours I’ll be up in her stomach
And I ain’t even gotta be dipped
I pull out my pocket too Sloppy Joe, mixed this thick
You ever try foldin a brick?
Tryin to shove hundred dollar bills in your jeans and half of it rip?
We them Staten Island boys, intelligent thugs
9 out of 10 times yeah we lookin to fuck
And y’all already word know what it is
On some Teena Marie shit, nucca, I’m talkin square biz
What?

[Chorus:]

Y’all need to stop hand cuffin them hoes
Comin in the club hand cuffin them hoes
You don’t even know ‘em hand cuffin them hoes
Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes

[Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first]
What’s up Ghost?
West Haven
Sucker! I hear you Ghost
Jones!

F.EM.L, Fuck ‘em and we leave ‘em (I’m gone)
P-I-M-P, treat ‘em like we great ‘em (ya hear that?)
Shit, treat ‘em like we don’t need ‘em
Cause after we fuck ‘em out the phone we delete ‘em (doop doop)
Leave ‘em for them suckers, let them other niggaz keep ‘em (you can have her)
They keep ‘em to the point that we don’t see ‘em (where’d she go?)
Shit, but the bitches need freedom
They wanna come outside and start freakin (AOW!)
Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it’s Leap Year
She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!)
So hell yeah she starts creepin
You had her locked up like she was livin in precinct (prisoner!)
She want a gangster, nigga you’re a weakling
She wanna ride fast in the cars while we chief in (vroom vroom)
Just cause you was cuffin the hoe
I had fucked her one time now I’m duckin this hoe
Please in your mind, never drop a dime but
Damn, ain’t that some shit?
And I just wanted to have a good time
Now I got a hoe on my line, buggin!
Slow down

[Chorus:]

Stop cuffin these hoes
Stop cuffin these hoes

[Chorus:]

Stop cuffin these hoes
Stop cuffin these hoes
Let her go!

Ghostface Killah - Street Bullies Lyrics ft. Sheek Louch, Wiggs & Sungod

Ghostface Killah - Street Bullies ft. Sheek Louch, Wiggs & Sungod

Geah! Aiyyo Starks, what’s up?
What it do family?

[Chorus:]

We street bullies for cheddar, and that’s our word
Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies

We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz
And I’m infatuated with money like… grabs
Blow bags of that purple ’til I’m purple like Grimace
Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn’s a menace
Even Barack watch “The Wire,” the streets is political
Watch how the ‘89 analog switched to digital
It’s a miracle, we gettin rich, off a visuals
Millionaires open doors, split them residuals
and still don’t know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans
Steady blowin cream by the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get’cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin stink, and I don’t see grass on the field
So I’am tear ass on that field
The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades
Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade

[Chorus:]

Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day
You asked for Donnie G oh won’t you please come out and play
They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK’s
I’m comin where you lay, and yeah I’m gonna spray – hey!
Motherfucker what are you lookin at? The crook’s back
Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggaz let it clap
Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggaz keep it real
Bronx got a shorty there, that’s my little hideout
… Rose, Donnie cake, soufflé
M6, no top on it, toupee
Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray
Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit
Slick Rick, brush, these bitches be on my dick
Yeah I’m the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked
Street bullies blastin, you ain’t gotta ask it
Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket

[Chorus:]

Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Well I’m gone – are you gonna miss me when I leave?
Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain’t nobody around these bees
See the team, we don’t sleep, cause niggaz need green
We bleed different, we chase money, y’all can chase dreams
Came a long way, don’t fuck that bread up in between
Tell ‘em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring rock
It’s more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off
like his name dropped, that’s when that thing pop
Y’all niggaz thought once too much, that’s why your brain stopped
Lock and load both of them 40’s I make the place hot
You can’t wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops
Out the window here’s another bomb let that bass drop

[Chorus:]

Ghostface Killah - Drama Lyrics

Ghostface Killah - Drama

Hey yo, what the f*ck is that ..,
We are niggers how can you shit man,
Two pools …niggers get paranoid
Get my f*ck ..nigga, f*ck you think you’re at home,
…
It was the night before you got …
…
Next to the ..house …2008 and ..game,
… niggers
I make a …donkeys,
…nobody’s back…taking that, promise you,
Got some … onion …
…back in the kitchen …records
…fake guns …get nature and we don’t wanna …
It’s not conscious, it’s not accord to the …
…like I got these little b*tches come over,
When you ..think it’s safe
..nigga …mama.

….with the laser …major,
…watch this …you got the nerve to …
Grandma …occur
Looks like good game, …
And 200 cash couple of condoms and …,
…liberty …
….. cover story
…most unlucky, lucky day,
…army ..stand there …he close the …
Too many things going this way
So I just …every Sunday…going nowhere
I went home, switch ..grab me a bear,
Burger King …

….
…with the f*ck when I’m really pale, is it rare
No ghosts pass the toast is def’ a deal …
..have a mal …
While I’m in the kitchen pretending to be a ..call,
….I give my cake on,
… love me like a …
Things love me like …day long
Black mafia …niggers ..but we don’t see piano,
..to Oprah ..niggers ..steady ..need to ..,
Take the new era off …
I know niggers in the grill that f*ck …on the grill,
…fingers to your mom and know this is real,
Is 20:10, how the f*ck …top 10 …to get the shit stop it
I started ..I’m the reason for the five shit
…pictures on my …
How I kill … in the p**sy crown got the bell
…b**ches, now I hate time,
Only I want is money my nigger, I .. like a state time,
Great … with the ..rest line ,
..and I got that baby cash …mother f*cker.

Ghostface Killah - Troublemakers Lyrics

Ghostface Killah - Troublemakers Ft. Raekwon, Method Man & Redman

Yeah, we're in the cab and playing backgammon
Gorilla monster slamming, rock the tiles
Tries you a dice son, green medicine, blow veterans
Honey you beat the storm, six more below draws feather skin
Hand cuffed on, hollering seven two piece sixes know we hate a double where your lama dick can't stand others side
Niggers know we breach the color guys
New sucking mother true lullabies
Gangster ever ready, take off my shirt, no batteries nigger
Just one mean magnum killer
Snowmobiles jetting out the temper, feel chef altitude, yo I can't breathe check the splendor
But still you're honey dip I'm on my writing game nigger
Times is roughing, temberlaine coughing, won me a gia boleria
Hope we can pull it back, my thought my only weapon blow the beat up

Stuff pillow bags in the right holes
Reduce that fagot ass nigger born and jump like a frog to a trap hole
Gag it up … do the E.R. , gag it the truth with your dick,
You can't ...stay enough, hands are shaking, doctors is taking to operate
Now you might not live, so they start debating
You in bad shape, and the night in New York is slither and waits
Labels you a bad … smash... eight stab holes and the show to blame
You riding on this treacherous shit just try to hold your legs
Now don't hold your legs, tell that bitch ass nigger to chill … something like bow and ace
… sleep in the woods, caught hard down
...Where you rocks now? You ain't moving no crack, you should move in that …
After you lay up in the morgue, I'ma fuck your back
Yeah nigger, die slow with your smurk on
Night, night, night, getting down, get your murk on
Later is see you in hell, get your … on
Feel with the abominate fluid, get your short off

My short morning in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how to sky dive
The world is yours this wounds to a … with the fly k on, I lie
They said a nigger return but I never left
I told the L to me is the resurrect
I'm that nigger like pop and los
I took my elmin like a steel double x
Break steady where I breathe on a street set
The easy M and M's I need a relax
And bitches grab my mic give me a feedback
Reggie, you're an asshole, maybe I'll be back, yeah

I get cocky when the beat popping
You know you're doing it when you're tired of bluffing
I keep a freak and I call it chicken meat
Cause this is super bad nigger, she make loving
People get killed in my hallways, we parle, my feet are killing me all day
You … for lot like the killers in roadway
It's all worth it no play, while cause … nothing like Broadway
We been just sweeter that Salt Bay
He won't become believer wants to see this in your face
Just a part of my function
Ya don't want no part of the guns break
I would hit the bullet and won straight
That's where the … stand
We're trapped inside this … like damn
My mama tries to feed us with spiced ham
Connect try to cheat us with life grand
Coly fitness try to lighten this sentences snitching the white lane
Turns day seven it's fine we ain't yelling
Fellows ain't fellows no more they straight telling
Ain't nothing worst than a rat you can't smell it
And there's nothing worst than a trap you can't sell it, aha.

Ghostface Killah - Together Baby Lyrics

Ghostface Killah - Together Baby

If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah
Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her like, "what?"
She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt
I said, "Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that"
Hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that"
Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids
I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs
We can sail it out, five nights, six days
Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid
If I'm aggressive just pardon my gangsta
I just wanna get to know you, get to show you
The way I move, that's part of my gangsta
Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha
Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you
In my cipher right now, makes me feel complete
Like a baby going night, night, sucking on his baby bottle
You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life
When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright
I'm okay, babe, how you?", I'm alright
Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken
And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting
Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it
And I need some, don't be fresh, girl
You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl
Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake
Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight
That's the reason why I got two court dates
Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that
I was raised in the Stat', that's my word
I pluck something if you fuck with my bat
And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing
I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah
I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known
Like a kiss on a collarbone
I wanna be ya best friend, your homey and your king
And bring to fruition all of your dreams
And so you're having my baby
So stay forever my lady like Jodeci
Now, push, push harder, harder
I'd rather you be wifey than to be a baby father
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah
If it's a boy his swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl, ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
What a joy we made from the love we made, yeah, yeah