Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Marvel lyrics

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[Ghf] Yeah
 [RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God
 Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin
 [Ghf] Yeah  check it out y'all one two
 We back up in this joint! What?
 Check the fly shit... yeah
 Don't black out on me

 Verse One: Ghostface

 Yo  black man watch out  she salt water trout
 Al Deuce dug her back out  inside the dugout
 Heard the pussy was good  big niggaz fell victim
 Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
 She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress
 Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
 She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
 With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline
 She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
 Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
 Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad
 Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
 Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
 Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera

 Verse Two: RZA

 Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
 Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
 blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
 Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
 the heat is on, never too black or too strong
 In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
 Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
 The arena now present, de event of the decade
 Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
 extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
 Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
 That shines Godly light
 Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn
 We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
 Never bust premature for sure
 You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
 deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
 Causes stomach inflation
 Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
 Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
 Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb
 It's a black hole for those who lose control
 Fertile soil before you are wise
 And spoiled many men and took many lives
 And all you brothers changed sides
 Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside
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Language: English

Appearing on: Ironman (1996)

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