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Ghostface Killah - Black Jesus - текст песни, видео

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Ghostface Killah - Black Jesus - текст песни, видео

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Ft. Raekwon and U-God

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here nuttin'
Word Up, got to pay
Yeah, Its like that right
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work

Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this
Street corner,
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous king I devine
Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Nuff shit to get your whole team
Crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot
Son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a calico
Gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin niggas
Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treturous
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist
Fried fish halibut
Pull out the bull horn
And celebrate like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside loud and got on
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's

I hose down the place
No shots to the face
Elite Special force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
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