Ghostface Killah lyrics

Ghostface Killah lyrics

"Daytona 500 lyrics"

Nightmare lyrics
(Where were you in the night) (Where were you in the night) As the night closes in I lay in my bed Since you went away it's been driving me mad I stand in my room I can't the light I wish you were here I'm lonely at night I'm caught in a nightmare Alone in the night (Where were you) I was caught in a nightmare (Where were you) Alone in the night (Where were you) I was caught in a nightmare (Where were you) Alone in the night I was caught on the inside I'm afraid of the night That my night
(feat. Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna)

[singing]
We are the G, O-D's
And we came to rock, the spot
Like Ironman Starks
They be the illest MC's, in the world today
Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez...

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]

Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
Light up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a bre
Vollgas lyrics
Samstag abend, volles Rohr Der Fu? ist schwer wie Blei Der Motor heult sein rauhes Lied Geschwindigkeit macht frei Mad Max gr??t aus seinem Grab Die letzten seiner Art Beschleunigung hei?t das Gebot Auf dieser H?llenfahrt Refrain: Vollgas, Vollgas, wer bremst verliert Vollgas, Vollgas, ich bin frustriert Vollgas, Vollgas, und nur noch gerade aus Gegen die Wand Die Mittellinie wird zum Strich Die Kurven werden enger Linx raus auf die schnelle Spur Rechts fahrn nur Penner Das H?chste aller
ak
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

[Chorus:]

All these MC's start realizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us

[Verse Two:
Canary Bay lyrics
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) (Dom, dom, dom, dom) C'est a Canary Bay Ouh! Ouh! Des filles qui vivaient en secret C'est a Canary Bay Ouh! Ouh! Des filles habitaient par milliers (Eh) Passe le cap de l'ouragan L'endroit perdu isole au bout des mers Il y a des vaisseaux fantomes dans l'ocean Pour proteger toute la vie de la terre Eh! Eh! C'est une baie qui est tres loin, tres loin d'ici Eh! Eh! Une baie en secret ou personne ne peut aller C'est a Canary Bay Ouh! Ouh! Des filles qui vi
Ghostface Killer]


Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like
Luv Ya lyrics
J Wess ft. Digga & Kulaia ? Luv Ya Intro (J Wess) Do you really want him? Or do you really want me? If you really want him, you got to tell me. Do you really want him? Or do you really want me? If you really want him, you got to tell me. Chorus (Kulaia) [J Wess] I luv ya (I love you) That much I know is true (Yeah) [So true] I need ya (I need you) I?ll always be there for you [Always ma?] (Yeah) Rap 1 (Digga) Ay why you rollin? with him? That ain?t nothin? to me,
the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing
Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Cappadonna]

Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, whattup Lils
Murder one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter
spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
Get yourself shot

[Chorus]

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