
Fly Everything Ghostface Killah (Ft. Shawn Wigs & Sun God)
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Let's go, baby, let's go
Yo
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Big paper, skyscrapers
The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
Fly everything
Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring
Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín
Undercover task force reveals they get chills when on the heels of a killa
Way iller with his mask off
Three stooge of these niggas, leave 'em in the dust on the crash course
I don't even ask for the pussy, wizzes pass off
Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio
I live that life you can stuff in the vial
Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile
Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile
Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace
The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label
If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut
[Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God]
All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence (Yo)
Let's go, baby, let's go
Yo
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Big paper, skyscrapers
The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
Fly everything
Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring
Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín
Undercover task force reveals they get chills when on the heels of a killa
Way iller with his mask off
Three stooge of these niggas, leave 'em in the dust on the crash course
I don't even ask for the pussy, wizzes pass off
Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio
I live that life you can stuff in the vial
Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile
Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile
Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace
The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label
If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut
[Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God]
All we want's the dead presidents, take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence (Yo)
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