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Ghostface Killah

Black Cream

 

Black Cream

(album: Hidden Darts (Special Edition) - 2007)


[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*]
Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man
Yo these niggas over here fronting on me and shit
Talking bout I was saying this and that in the '30's
Niggas getting whole shit twisted, like...)
Where them niggas at? Them niggas though be and stay on the block, over here?
(Yeah, son, them niggas... I don't know man...)
Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Yo... (yo, who that?)
Yo, it's Tone! Open the fucking door
Tell that nigga (bitch) tell that nigga Jack to come out...
Where Jack at? Jack!...

[Ghostface Killah]
So you said what, now? You got the whole shit twisted
That was the other day, pa, you just like them bitches
Faggot ass niggas, stay bumping they gums
Tell me why you were dirtying cops out, you never run
Are you holding something in? That the hood don't know
Cuz if you are, get to trucking, bitch, cuz you gotta go
It's not a threat, it's a promise, I tell you, don't make your mamma feel it
You'll be rocking a toe ring in the morgue, give problems to revealing

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Ya'll niggas kill me and ya'll, ya'll know ya'll booty
So please get your punk ass off the street
Please, please, do it for your family
Don't be stupid, don't make me use it
No, lord, cuz you can't sell here, anymore...

[Ghostface Killah]
Did you think I was playin'? When I told you before
You can't come back here, open you up like a pap smear
Acting like you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here!
Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here!
Blaow, yo, I didn't smile, so, take off your jewelry, now then
So what you leg is bleeding here, put this in your mouth and
Chew on the barrel of love, get lost in "lead-you" town
You look thirsty, I should of wet you down
But not now, you hear those sirens crying
Climbing, trying to Save Private Ryan
Bitch, nigga on the floor for lying and he whining
Diming on niggas, mining your business
Perfect timing for finding bullshit sliders
Swine and sisters, he a wack nigga

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