Ghostface Killah - Murda Goons Lyrics
[intro: Ghostface Killah]Yeah, Testing One-two, One-twoTesting, One-two, Yeah, One-two[ghostface Killah]I've Lived The Life Of Sonny CarsonFavorite Slacks Was The Baby Blue Knitted SharkskinsCustom Made Like The Ace Of SpadeSwitching Robes When I Leave The ForumIn The Sleeve Is A Classic DateRussian Cut, Mustard Handle, Bout The Same SizeOf Little Tight Shawn With His Nikes On, Still Blamp YouVamp You, Throwing Homo's Out They SandalsLeave Your Brain All Chunky Like I'm Advertising Soup From Campbell'sBowl Legged Old Man Give Me Props, All I Do Is Buy 'em A BottleHit 'em Off, Like "peace, Pops!", Fishscale Got The Streets HotAll You Gotta Do Is Go On The Road, With Dipset, Rae & D-blockAnd That's How We Take New York Back (yeah)Flex And The Pitbulls, Heavy Hitters, Kay Slay, AbsolutCamillo, Lantern, Load The Wax Up, ***** And ShootCypha Sounds, Dj Clue, Envy, Next, Staten Be The Scoop[chorus: Ghostface Killah]We Them Brick, Flippin' Niggas With Cash Rule, Relax DukeDoctor Bills, Funerals, That's What Cash DoCome Around Here, Fronting, We'll Splash YouStaten Island Murder Goons, Cousin, We'll Scratch You[ghostface Killah]Yo, Heard Some Of Ya'll Singing Like Lou RawlsTry To ***** Me, You Gon' Suffer From Blue BallsTone's A Karate Champ, Shottie ChampYou Period Niggas Be Spotting With Bad CrampsIntestines Looking Like ChitlingsAll We Need Is Hot Sauce, My Pork Eaters, Go And Get Rid Of 'emKites And Death Threats, Ya'll Keep Sending 'emFor Every Dart You Throw, My Last One's Killing 'emLike Cancer Patients, In The Process, Losing They HairYou'll Be Fighting For Life, Scratching And GaggingPanicking, Gasping For Air, Suffocating From No-wind SyndromeLike Somebody Cut The Neck Of A DeerIt's Algebra In The Third, Alfa Alfa With The Gun To The RascalJessica Alba Is One Of My BirdsPlus Alcaseltzer's Blowing Up BurstsOut To Melt You Brain Cells Like Alien Herb[chorus][ghostface Killah]Get Lost In My Hood, It's Like You Lost In El MiraYou Might Get Poked Up, Smoked Up, Throat CutRocking Them Little Fly Chains, Get Yoked UpYa'll Boar's Head Niggas, Ya'll Just Cold CutsVictims Of Night Time Street Horror, Going Home With CasualtiesThe Twelve Gauge Blew A Path In Your KneeThat's What Happens In War, When The High Heaters Don't EatWe Creep, Our Stomach Growls Loud, So We Don't Sleep, Tote HeatWon't Speak, (we Them), We Them Grill Niggas, We Smoke Beef[chorus]
