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Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids lyrics
featuring Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] Uh huh uh huh motherfucker uh huh Yeah I see that I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint huh? Stealin my light huh? Watch me du' watch me 4 in the mornin yo Check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges Every eye try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, yo' g rock the sweet daddy long fox me' Chicken and brocolli, walle's look stinky With his man straight from mally dog, he recognized kojack I slapped with 5, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your back Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio, open gats and niggaz, mind pastas, scream the ill I'm the inventor, 86 rhymin at the center Debut '93 LP told you to enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the lazy board where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, screw cocktails Hit the shells, the pub space we rap Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stance, throw my hand all on the bible and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomit' student in role holdin it [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, this rappin's like zeenie, facin me real TV Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh celly, 50 thief up in the city We stand for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real Apollo kids live to spit the real [Ghostface Killah] Appear bright fat yellow Air Max Hit the rats, snatch 'em up, son, $20 off, no tax Street merchant, tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin Rock an eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse, jet, juice sled in with one hand, 2 culture cyphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up, wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle bitch slapped him, first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted Tiber hawk, saw the yellow brick road, lept over pastry Same Ghostface, holy in the mosk, last seen Manhatten 6 chase Re-do the 6-8 digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hellbound, quick to reload around faces, surround-lookin sound [Raekwon] We split a fair one, poker nose money, gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stabbed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valor, ice-sicles galore Gas station light gleamin on the wall Cop WiseGuy jeans, James Bond vans Niggaz flipped him, rock boats under water, watch Clans pose at the stand-off, mad timid hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery ball [Chorus |
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