Laced Cheeba-Wu-Tang Clan/Ghostface Killah/Sean Price/Trife Diesel

歌手 : Wu-Tang Clan / Ghostface Killah / Sean Price / Trife Diesel

专辑 : Legendary Weapons (Deluxe Edition)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:28

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TXT Laced Cheeba-Wu-Tang Clan/Ghostface Killah/Sean Price/Trife Diesel 文本歌词

Your kung fu is good

Your magic is good

That is why he waited

So my power would dwindle

My power has dimished

Then he come to kill me

Yes but

I know your kung fu is still very good

If you practice again

No one could possibly be your match

Oh the ancient weapon

Yeah fierce

I travel across seas on glaciers

Four shoguns that got f**ked by geishas

Still gracious

Still able to twist out darts

Just grew tougher skin from swimming with them sharks

Broken ankle

F**king with them wallabee clarks

Got them b**ches still screaming my name

("What up Starks ")

I'm a bone crusher

Ox'll split your face like a dutch master

No more minks

It's polar bears from Alaska

With shark skin Air Maxes and igloos of ice

Rocks clumped up

Like overcooked rice

I'm nice

You're the reason why the game went soft

Bland niggas

I come through and season your broth

Like Mr Dash

I blast I'm a menace like Dennis

Young Coles

And I'm back from a six month sentence

Rehabilitated

Back in the yard flying heads with barbwires

Stay tying niggas to beds

Can you kill me

If I didn't think so

I would not be here waiting for you now

Right let me see what you got

Forget the tricks

Let's see your kung fu

Yo everybody get paid

Everybody get laid

All these b**ches dirty

Everybody got AIDS

Everybody get played

Everybody get sprayed

Everybody do what I say

Everybody my maid

P crack selling black felon

Gat clap rat-a-tat-tat tap melons

Son thugs one gun one slug

Shot caller like yo

Let me speak to Young Muggs

Listen it's Mandela pa

I grab wack MC's

I smack 'em hella hard

I kill niggas with the birdy big banger

My Wu-Tang niggas call me the 36th Chamber

Lyrical miracle spit with you rap dudes

Get smacked off the skateboard for not paying rap dues

P call me the gate keeper

Break haters off your face smoking laced cheeba

Hahahaha he's mad listen to me

You've lost your concentration

Your magic is gone

That's why it doesn't work

You better use your real kung fu

Yeah aiyo

She want a thug not the loyal type

A golden boy to promote it right

Sorta like a ill De La Hoya fight

I'm eating good enjoying life

Flawless ice quick to bag a baller's wife

With no strings attached

Cordless mics

Toilet white S5 fifty with the wrong pipes

Peeling off like snake skin

Watch the cobra bite

Over night success story

Go and check for me

You rap poorly

That's why your cassette's corny

Your money too short for long convo

You in the game hurting

Trying to play Rajon Rondo

Millionaire swag

Peep your boys ensemble

Jewels heavy Prince Akeem

Coming to America

Etcetera whoever sent the kite kill the messenger

Because I think like the man behind the register

Quick to pull a toaster out

Starks choke 'em out

We over here counting bread

What ya'll loaf about

You finished already

Get up and fight

Hey let's get some strength

Let him go til he outlive me

Let's say he killed my cult let's go