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Ghostface Killah
Uh-huh
Y'all already know what it is
Yeah, yo, yo
Ayo, I walk through the streets like the grand wizard of poetry
And your boy got that bling, so niggas just notice me
Joey freakin' 'em, pick locks like sheikin' 'em
Move with a squad, does blunts with Keefe and 'em
Gucci trench coats, military velour suits
Coke filter through a machine and made raw soup
Now I talk Raisin Bran when he took two scoops
One sniff'll turn him to a dog like Big Snoop
A smooth operator, code word 9/11
Code word FedEx 'cause I'm sendin' him straight to Heaven
Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, stalk a don
Standin' on onyx, a gold bird in the octagon
Banquets, rakin' in the cream on tele-rockathons
Wedding day, get married on me and I'll pop your aunt
Pop your poppa, claps is popular, several blocks long
"Who shot ya?" is what I scream a Big Poppa song
Who shot ya?
Ghostface Killah
Who shot ya?
Ghostface Killah
Who shot ya?
Ghostface Killah
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Yo mate, I'm on a song with Tony (No way)
Okay homie, load the Mo tape
Won't show my boat race, so I'm just like Ghostface
Minus the dough, close flow and goat claim
Mo fave in most ways, pickin' up your nose like cocaine
Provoke, provoke hate, roam in the Stone Age
Awoken snowflake, foam into go ape
Moan and be profane, prone to road rage
Hope you get home safe as the globe rotates
Pro zone solo, only known by a code name
Clones within close range, don't try to locate
Like Keyser Sรถze, I'm kinda opaque
Low wage, no change, don't wanna donate
Ho face like five O's in my grow space
Swallow all you eat, feed me dope to quote Kane
So I need to go for a smoke break post-taste
Who shot ya?
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Who shot ya?
Who shot ya?
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Got my tea on the boil while I'm loadin' the clip
Easy on the recoil, I'm going to sip
Not really gun-totin', only jokin', I kid
Eyelids get closed more than overthrowin' fists
With pints in both hands, you'd be right to row back
Fight with this old dad, might lose your gonads
Won't lie to you mate, I find you so sad
Stone Island now, I create my own brand
Cancel state of mind, deep and murky
Expect me to be clean while the strings are dirty
The elite's gonna eat while the streets stay thirsty
Sleep is a cousin of death 'cause dreamin' hurts me
Beg your pardon my dear, but trust me, earn it
You can starve once a year just like the turkey
Stuffed and surly, awaiting gates pearly
Worthy for an early journey, placed on a gurney
Who shot ya?
Montell Jordan
Who shot ya?
Montell Jordan
Who shot ya?
Montell Jordan
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