[Madam Majestic]
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Tommy Mattola, lives on the road
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He lost his lady, two months ago
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Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
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Oh wonder that love
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[Ghostface Killah (U-God)]
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Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
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No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
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Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
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Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
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Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
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Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope
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Airbrush W-B's, STOP!
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(Shake your body, body)
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And cop a couple of these
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(She's a hottie, hottie)
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[Madam Majestic]
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Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset
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They're sick and tired of living in debt
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Tired of roaches and tired of rats
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I know they are over
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[U-God]
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One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin,
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Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em
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Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
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Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bicardi Lime
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We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein
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Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
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Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
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Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas
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[Madam Majestic (U-God) {Ghost}]
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They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
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They'll love you one second, then hate you the next
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Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
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Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah
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(Blow 'em down God)
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Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne
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(Yeah, aha)
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Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah
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(Truly yours, peace boo)
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Cherchez La Ghost
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| Ghostface Killah |
