Ghost Deini (Original Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, summertime holdin' a nine, split the vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stoppin', hide your rocks, hydraulic The kid with the most knowledge will obtain and touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cape Dust and bake activate, fuck your corny debates I'm like cake, or maybe like $10,000 rabbits The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold Signs from the Most High causes me to break the mold How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'? You think I fell off the ledge? The legеndary Ghost Deini might be dead? Nеver, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils Two Galants, hittin' if we got to Bustin' at y'all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin' Suckin' your teeth 'cause God chain-talkin' Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that, Ghost sold crack Now his revelations spoken through rap Veloured down like the Sheikh of Iran Gasoline cream wrapped in hospital bands, model vans, Michael Davis It's me against housing Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Frederick Douglass You know what? Ayo, fuck this! Ayo, how can I move the crowd? First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed Here's the instructions, put it together It's simple, ain't it? Well, quite clever [Bridge: Ghostface Killah] Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin', ugh 2Pac, Biggie, ohhhh, how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you sooo [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, I'm Gucci down, Wally boots, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations, hold a note like Willie Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we juggle mics, three Card Molly, amps advance To the final, show these niggas how the way we dance Hot night, Jamaica, came through in a booger green '68 Pacer Mad paper, high as a fuck, truck Two rappers got stuck that night, I ain't saying no names They know who, thank you for the chains Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds 'til we tear and decease, quick, call my seeds Dipped in the crowd, the ho spotted me He knew not to call my name out, he walked off softly We exactly formed like Christ and his Disciples Black fatigues, lethal-faced doonie, he held the rifle We had the whole shit shook, your favorite rappers droppin' their drinks On the low, tuckin' their links, we made eighty off the books [Verse 3: Superb] One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect But metaphors'll keep me out the projects Rap connects'll keep me correct Ayo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee Thinkin' his killer's followin' me So to my nigga Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we fucked up here? You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays Why's the Devil winning? Some say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know smokin' cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginning because that's how they rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine And we don't drink wine, if you don't bring me some motherfuckin' cognac, I'll kill you! I can't feel you Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!!