Clispe Of Doom Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! 

Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G! 

Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser! 

Nah'mean yo. what? Fuck you too nigga! 

'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?! 

Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done! 

Eat a dick nigga! 

Catch me in the 80's drop 

Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock 

Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it 

Capricorn, Aquarius 

Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods 

They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice 

And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and boost 

And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?! 

They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs 

Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all 

Fuck a state, light charge 

My predicate status, irrelevant 

My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants 

Jumbo shits from New Orleans 

Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends 

Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean 

Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! 

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Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners 

Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners 

Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags 

Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks 

"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like propane gas 

Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash 

'Cause we cut from the same cloth 

Big guns ready to bang off 

Slide off the cables and take the rings off! 

We hold the weight of four Synagogues 

Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars 

Going mad wetting 'em 

Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em 

Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em 

Niggaz couldn't come through (word) 

Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue 

Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around! 

The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town! 

She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines 

Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine 

She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes 

So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gonna die 

Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs 

Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug 

on that note I'm a say peace! 

Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth! 

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Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist 

Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick 

My semi, they call it the crouching tiger 

A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers 

Peel your potato like Arriada 

On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter 

Fuck your marrow! fuck your hood! 

You ain't a street legend like me! 

Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty 

I muffle motherfuckers up like meineke 

and write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat" 

Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep 

And cruisin desserts mad heavy into salt treats 

Im the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty 

Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues 

Picking niggaz off by the Red Sea 

And did it all for Ghost, sniffin on caffeine!