Emancipated Dabrye (Ft. Ghostface Killah)
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[Intro]
Yeah, uhuh
Just right, uhuh
Fix this shit
One, two, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I'ma bring it to your door like Sho 'Nuf
Little niggas can't stop the rush
You would think my gun just like bottled up
Beer in the freezer the way the 4 busts
Red hoodies, Yves Saint Laurent on my nosebone
Make sure there's digital lights up on my tombstone
Suited out with SWAT teams, AR-15s
With manpower that'll kill your ghosts and your big dreams, shit
Y'all know how I do this for a livin'
Throw your head in the turkey fryer on Thanksgiving
It's me, the G-H to the O-S-T
With more cocoa to nut 'til I'm better than Nestlé
Strip search your reverend, hit 'im up next week
You don't give me everything in the plate, you gon' weep
See two killers far left, the land's too ceased
The thin one got the same shaped head as Bruce Lee
And both of them niggas is wearing Coogi
[Interlude]
Who wanna size me up?
I got a 40 cal. chillin' right beside my nuts
Shit is real hardcore
All my people from the front to the back hear
Yeah, uhuh
Just right, uhuh
Fix this shit
One, two, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I'ma bring it to your door like Sho 'Nuf
Little niggas can't stop the rush
You would think my gun just like bottled up
Beer in the freezer the way the 4 busts
Red hoodies, Yves Saint Laurent on my nosebone
Make sure there's digital lights up on my tombstone
Suited out with SWAT teams, AR-15s
With manpower that'll kill your ghosts and your big dreams, shit
Y'all know how I do this for a livin'
Throw your head in the turkey fryer on Thanksgiving
It's me, the G-H to the O-S-T
With more cocoa to nut 'til I'm better than Nestlé
Strip search your reverend, hit 'im up next week
You don't give me everything in the plate, you gon' weep
See two killers far left, the land's too ceased
The thin one got the same shaped head as Bruce Lee
And both of them niggas is wearing Coogi
[Interlude]
Who wanna size me up?
I got a 40 cal. chillin' right beside my nuts
Shit is real hardcore
All my people from the front to the back hear
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