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Paisley Darts

Artist:Ghostface Killah  Album:The Big Doe Rehab  Writer:AMES DENNIS/BAILEY THEO/COLES DENNIS/COPPIN LEVAR  Composer:AMES DENNIS/BAILEY THEO/COLES DENNIS/COPPIN LEVAR 

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo [Ghostface Killah] Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rockstars Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls Karate, black belt and I bring booze To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue [Raekwon] We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas Based on money, dummies'll die It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just lose Paid a lot of paper to live here American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question) Based on a general's fist of fury Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry [Sun God] Let me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing Known for drug dealing, stack thousands Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses At any time I could move up out this And go and cop some shit up in


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