Set It Off Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

(featuring Trife) 

[Big Daddy Kane sample] 

In control and effect 

So what the heck, rock the discoteque 

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[Ghostface Killah] 

Bring all the hammers and the buchanans 

My click ran in and acted as blazin' as though we still standin' 

Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin' 

Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon 

Give her a quick chance to kiss glance 

In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance 

Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick 

And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in 

Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle 

Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle 

Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you 

And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me 

Punch in his face, fuck him up mentally 

Real robe and pop my throne 

Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow 

This is real life lyricist, never a witness 

See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist 

The dude is, the ruger is super steel 

Fall back, take a look at my face, for real 

My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills 

When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills 

Photos 

[Chorus: sample] 

Burn it it, aw, burn it 

And you know, got to have them set it 

Burn it, aw, burn it 

What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha 

[Trife] 

Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it 

And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it 

See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it 

Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it 

Young nigga, smokin' marijuana with the coke in it 

Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it 

Easy, duke, man I need this loot 

Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit 

Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat 

Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep 

For fuckin' with a top boss, niggaz get knocked off 

I always drop shit for the streets like a cop's horse 

Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off 

And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce 

It'll burn you, toss and turn you 

Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels 

[Chorus]