Good Times Lyrics - Hidden Darts (special Edition) - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 

Allah himself 

Man, woman, child 

The book of life 

Starks Enterprise! 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus 

I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures 

Peace to ten thousand seaters 

And all y'all pretty ass Libras 

My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces 

I love f**kin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk 

Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts 

Hold on, who turned the lights on? 

Word to my microphone and preach on 

Brother, that's that bullshit in my right arm 

Crackhead stop it, dope pusher stop it 

The father sent me a message and I came to drop it 

The prophet is to love each other 

Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah 

They got our love by go get Africa 

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[Lord Superb] 

Harmony, grits, welfare cheese 

Whips, cheque data first in the fifth 

What Ghost? 

[Ghostface Killah (Lord Superb)] 

F**k y'all niggas an' f**k y'all bitches an' 

F**k the pictures y'all takin, f**k the whip you in 

Starsky bring home the dough now the show is over 

(It's over) It's over? (It's over) It's over? 

[Lord Superb] 

Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels, cash insurance 

Tai hold, fly clothes and El Deramo 

5 plus 5 O's, one plus 9 O's 

Save our self, reach our goals 

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[Ghostface Killah] 

What if the BIBLE wasn't good? 

And good was bad, as bad as it should 

It matters, feed em power food 

The wonders that Allah will do 

Maybe he'll discover you 

Look 'em like a couple of jewels 

Ticket traum' was old, that plus the God ain't loved the way I move 

People see me, G. Deini 

He beeny on the cell, seen me? 

You need me, you read me 

Captain over, get that weed to me 

The champion, the vigilante 

Ask me what the surface could be 

In me like Marcus Camby 

Hear me, I f**k with family 

Dons, chew on this, the hit list got 

All of your names, so y'all lames is hist' 

I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's famous for her tits 

Not that tall doofy chick in your hood called Snitch 

Come on! 

[Lord Superb] 

Bentleys for sharp shoes 

Similac, Huggies, big Shizam jewels 

[Raekwon] 

Infrared shootin at niggas 

We back execution niggas 

Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy 

Super wizzers, look like Luther bitches 

Still catches ill inventions 

Strength, real niggas holdin blitz as real as ninjas 

So illable, wheel of promotin like Benz dealer 

Instiller, get real for hugs, lets chill feel I'm ill with colour 

Yo bacon, straight cake, layin on my paper aces 

F**k all your under statements 

Battle us? Battle gauges 

[Lord Superb] 

A big mansion, real product of the strip scampy 

Cell boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer 

Summer home, big stones and cologne 

Remember heroes? I guess them corner days is gone 

Mommy got a house, Daddy got a house 

Granny got a house, we moved out 

That's right, we moved out 

Now that's what I'm talkin about 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Smackin all y'all stars and chumps 

Gettin cash in the larger sums 

Shootin dice in the church with nuns 

We come with the biggest guns