The Sure Shot (parts 1 & 2) Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

Record spins, I'm going in 

I don't shoot to kill, I play to win 

Stay catching up with the cutthroats 

Some men shoot a nigga, throw 'em off the tugboat 

no floats 

The body sinks to the bottom 

Or left off the side of the road to smell rotten 

The murder sprees, random killings 

Ghostface Killah's back attacking villains, hanging from the ceilings 

Godfather motives, gangsta mentality 

Black superhero with the immortality 

Forever, I be creeping in a black mist 

Ill night vision with the militant tactics 

I glide through the air like a swarm of bees 

Shake niggas off quick like a dog with fleas 

Raw meat, leave bodies slumped in the street 

Revenge is the spice of life, it's so sweet 

Ay yo, pipe bombs blowing they souls to Jesus 

Don't need nothing but the puzzle glue for the pieces 

Meat cleaver cut finger tips like rib tips 

Home invasions, cars gonna flip, DeLucas lose 

Pair of cement shoes, tossed in the ocean 

Popped until they brain ooze, I won't lose 

Blood all on my apron, hog tie 'em up while they try escaping 

Peeped the visual, tied 'em up individual 

Took their clothes off, season 'em like sausage 

Let the pits out to eat 'em, that's the remedy 

Attack, kill, bite off their extremities 

Blood bath splash my name on my wall 

Call it piece delivery, leave a tip on the stall 

With an arm, leg, a head 

I'm coming for you all 

It's the sure shot 

Heart of a lion, king of the jungle 

I'm a humble killer bee, you as soft as a bumble 

I don't crumble, I strike back hard with a vengeance 

Attack through these killer words I spit in a sentence 

I'm a menace, the black Clark Kent, caped crusader 

The face of a ghost, I disappear in the vapors 

You could murder my flesh and bone, soul's invincible 

Revenge my death, payback's the main principal 

Protect ya neck when you move, I be lurking in the shadows 

Starks, the gangsta nigga, I never lose battles 

Pimp nigga, with a superhero logo on my chest 

Big Gucci link, GFK on the crest 

Icy arm for the eagle with the eight carat ruby eyes 

Piss on your motherfucking arm while I'm stupid high 

All black down, royalty purple and some ice chips 

Two Glock 9's pointed at you in a hype flick 

Now I'm alone in the room, and I just stare at the wall 

Revenge my death but I'm going through withdrawals 

My lost niggas, I miss them this new power and wisdom 

Got me thinking I've made a whole lot of bad decisions 

Got Logan still to deal with, should I kill her? 

Throw her fuckin' ass in a cage with a gorilla 

Or let her live and treat her like scum of the Earth 

I've got goons to feed and babies to birth 

I'm the God now, plus I'm a super rich nigga 

Do more help than harm, either way you figure 

Should I protect and serve or cock and aim destruction? 

Let the enterprise take over the force of production 

Corruption, my mind state is unpredictable 

I'm bulletproof now, back from the dead, I'm invincible 

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