One - Ghostface Killah

One

Ghostface Killah

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Lyric

Yo, yeah (New Ghostface!)

Yeah, to glorious days (one)

Yeah God, check it out y'all

We back, yes yes y'all (one)

(Fake roller derbies)

Yeah, masked avengers

We're here to sharpen your sword (one)

All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan

Scream on it, Ghost

Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches (one)

Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass

Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch (one)

Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know

Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" (one)

Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion

Past tense place to gold caskets (one)

Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk

Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist (one)

Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target

When the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit (one)

You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted

On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost (one)

Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked

Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates (one)

Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

The branches in my weed be the vein (one)

Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you

See daddy rock a wristful (one)

Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles

Layin like needles in the hospital (one)

Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle

Ziploc your ear, here thistle (one)

To my real bitches take your drawers off

To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off (one)

Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" (one)

The Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy (one)

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP (one)

Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask

That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash (one)

Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash

Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash (one)

Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed

Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats (one)

Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes

Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash (one)

Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes

Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress (one)

Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress

Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this (one)

Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins

Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open

Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover

Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over (one)

Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture

Castor Troy layin for Travolta (one)

Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy

God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly (one)

Ayyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy (one)

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP (one)

Ayyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint

We all connect as (one)

(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all

(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? (one)

(Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?)

How many nuts you might bust? (one)

Haha, straight up and down

Drop a nigga y'all (one)

(How many shots?) I'm gunnin' for the don, and it only takes (one)

(That's it) Word up

How many cakes we bake, y'all? (one)

(Yo, yo, yo) (one)

How many Ls we smokin' at a time nigga, at a time (one)

How many dopine, you know what I mean, like- like- like- (one)

How many bags does it take to get the dopine- (one)

- It's already the end -