Bet I want you dead, I want my feet again, The lights are off I checked, I locked the windows and the doors. I love your hair, you never play with mine
Traduzione: Battaglia. Talk Of Ghosts.
deep in a mini cooper Hooba Shay stay ready for clashin' My tongue gives out more lashin' than the passion [Chorus: Esoteric] This goes out, to every hungry wanna battle emcee Workin' full time doin' battle
Shake your women off my hook, take them off to break these crooks You overlooked the fact, I finished first, prepare to start the battle Jackpot take
how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us [Black Rob] Made them hoes approach duke on some "How ya doin shit" Small talk
then run through the stock wit me It's our philosophy, it's not a game cause you look sexy, and I bet you be protective ?? Cause when we engaged in battle
in New York [Buddha Monk:] We moving darts, (hey yo) so don't move too close Cause the darts we throw might turn ya ghost It's Brooklawn warrior, battle
the pound Frozen and drownin with diamond boulders all in the crown Talk of the town, soakin you down with the toast 'til you drown Ghost you and pound
] Tony for mayor.. [x4] [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Jaws is Cris', valor stopped at the wrist Watches involved, talk to
Tony for mayor.. (x4) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Jaws is Cris', valor stopped at the wrist Watches involved, talk to
somethin [Mr. Solo:] Uh, Not the .9, But vengeance is mine said the florida hopes So I keep my peace while I keep prayin in the holy ghost You'll get
him up,Dispatching angels to my side ride for the truth, Drive-byes on hell gates screaming Jesus side, Holy Ghost blowing holes in the enemy I chop em
you know you telling me 'bout making a song come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost
don't need no punchlines I'd rather punch you in your fuckin' spine Talkin' shit? That'll be the last time And now niggas wanna battle for bread I'm
you make your something life becomes the fate the plastic something something facade something and zero vision war and lies on television we've become a mindless ghost frigid pathetic something ghost
the greatest of all time Ya heard that before But now when I say it It means so much more Cause It's so true No hype man, No crew No reason for ghost
