The Blaquesmiths - Ghost Deini lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface] Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff gra** Bank stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic The kid with the most knowledge will obtain and touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate f** your corny debates I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold Signs from the most high causes me to break the mold How the f** was y'all n***as thinking? You think I fell off the ledge? The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead? Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils Two Gallants, hitting if we got to Busting at y'all n***as daily Wall to wall, Hawkins s**ing your teeth cause God chain-talking Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken through rap Velour-ed down like the Sheikh of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Frederick Dougla** You know what? A-yo, f** this A-yo, how can I move the crowd? First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed Here's the instructions, put it together It's simple ain't it? Well, quite clever [Bridge: Ghostface] Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin, ugh 2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you so [Verse 2: Ghostface] A-yo, I'm Gucci down Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask n***as how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations Hold a note like Willie Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we juggle mic's Three Card Molly, amps advance to the final Show these n***as how the way we dance Hot night, Jamaica Came through in a booger green '68 Pacer Mad paper, high as a f** Truck, two rappers got stuck that night I ain't saying no names, they know who, thank you for the change Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds til we tear and decease Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my name out He walked off softly, we exactly Formed like Christ and the disciples Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle We had the whole sh** shook Your favorite rappers dropping they drinks On the low tucking they links We made eighty off the books [Verse 3: Superb] One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect But metaphors'll keep me out the projects Rap connects'll keep me correct A-yo, I wrote this on Donnie roof After his funeral, on one knee Thinking his k**er's following me So to my n***a Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we f**ed up here? You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays Why's the Devil winning, some say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know smoking cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginning cause that's how they rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine If you don't bring me some motherf**ing cognac, I k** you I can't feel you Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I f** with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini