Ghostface Killah - Street Opera Lyrics
(feat. Sun God)[intro: Sun God]Sun God... Get 'em, Official...[sun God]I Stay Far From My Opponents, Pardon Me DogsThat's Why Lead The Call, They Moving Up On UsBut Them G's On The Corners, Move When I MoveThat's A Warning, Or I'mma Have My Goons Spin A GarmentThink It's Sweet, And Try To Creep Or Run Up On UsShit'll Get Deeper Than Twelve Foot, And You Be Leaking Out Of OrderDon't Beef, If You Ain't Beefin' For No QuartersCuz Pain Is Money, You Float Funny When You Surfin' The WaterI'm That Dude Slangin' Pack By The BorderI Love My Life, I Live It Twice, Cuz It's Up To Me SortaYou A Fool With A Mental Disorder, And It's Probably Your DaughterThat Really Love Me, For The Shit That I Taught HerWill Smith On The Guest List, Pops Is The KingI'm The Fresh Prince, Forty Oil Tune, Kick Ya Chest InUs That Got The Universe Confession, Pardon Your DameI'm New To The Game, But True To My Lessons[chorus: Ghostface Killah]Jeans, Hoods, Guns, Crack[ghostface Killah]Visions Of Me Swallowing Crack, Being Chased By JakeAnd The Sound Of The Razor Keep Hitting The PlateAnd Tooters Is Flab With Rugers, With Daggers And Them JeansWe Chew Through It, Like We Coming Down Off WoolasAnd My P.o., She Half Creole, I Move From Philly To DallasWith True Talent, Like My Name Is T.o.So When I Piss, I Gotta Piss Slow, She Know I Kick Them Vasine BottlesCuz If I'm Dirty, I Ain't Letting It GoYour Project Steps Is Ajax Down, Dry BloodMaintenance Men With The Scrub Brush, Scraping The GroundDiapers, Baby Rattles And Broke Lighters, I Led ManyHorses To Water, Just To See If They Like ItTaste My, Betty Crock', Ready Rock, Bet He *****, NowNews Flash, My Nigga Ridin' L, Laid A Cop DownAny Of Ya Niggas Want Beef, I Will Stop ClownsI Got A Bad Ox' Fifth, Now How The Glock Sound?[chorus][ghostface Killah (sun God)]Aiyo, What Up S.g.? (aiyo, What's Poppin' My NiggaI'm Just Oil In The Toolies, Exercising My TriggerFinger, I Got The Biggest Bangers) Yeah, I Got A Crispy StainlessYour Mans Ain't *****ing Those Hoes, They Just A Bunch Of Gamers(them Head Shots, Neck Shots, Probably Blow They Brains InI'm So Close To The Edge, Pushin' They *****ing Face In)I Bet You Now, Them Mutha*****as Really Start Complaining(no Hesitation, My Reputation'll Leave 'em Chaining)We Go Hard, Like The Narc's When We Start Invading(i Copped The License And Registration, To ***** And Aiming)It's All Entertainment (and All My Niggas Made It)We Hard Body Like Wu-tang And Iron Maiden(i Keep The Iron Blazing, Hands HurtLike A ***** When She Putting Braids In, I Think It's So Amazing)We Ran Trains For Hours, Up In The Days InnHood Rats And Crack Motels, We Seen Baking[chorus][outro: Ghostface Killah][sounds Of Crunching And Eating]Yeah, Good...
