(Verse 1)
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Record spins, I'm going in
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I don't shoot to kill, I play to win
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Stay catching up with the cutthroats
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Some men shoot a nigga, throw 'em off the tugboat, no floats
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The body sinks to the bottom
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Or left off the side of the road to smell rotten
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The murder sprees, random killings
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Ghostface Killah's back attacking villains, hanging from the ceilings
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Godfather motives, gangsta mentality
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Black superhero with the immortality
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Forever, I be creeping in a black mist
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Ill night vision with the militant tactics
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I glide through the air like a swarm of bees
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Shake niggas off quick like a dog with fleas
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Raw meat, leave bodies slumped in the street
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Revenge is the spice of life, it's so sweet
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Ay yo, pipe bombs blowing they souls to Jesus
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Don't need nothing but the puzzle glue for the pieces
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Meat cleaver cut finger tips like rib tips
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Home invasions, cars gonna flip, the mucous lose
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Pair of cement shoes, tossed in the ocean
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Popped until they brain ooze, I won't lose
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Blood all on my apron, hog tie 'em up while they try escaping
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Peeped the visual, tied 'em up individual,
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Took their clothes off, season 'em like sausage
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Let the pits out to eat 'em, that's the remedy
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Attack, kill, bite off their extremities
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Blood bath splash my name on my wall
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Call it piece delivery, leave a tip on the stall
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With an arm, leg, a head
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I'm coming for you all
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(Verse 2)
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It's the sure shot
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Heart of a lion
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King of the jungle
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I'm a humble killer bee
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You as soft as a bumble
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I don't crumble, I strike back hard with a vengeance
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Attack through these killer words I spit in a sentence
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I'm a menace, the black card cape, caped crusader
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The face of a ghost, I disappear in the vapors
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You could murder my flesh and bone, soul's invincible
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Revenge my death, payback's the main principal
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Protect ya neck when you move, I be lurking in the shadows
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Starks, the gangsta nigga, I never lose battles
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Pimp nigga, with a superhero logo on my chest
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Big Gucci link, GFK on the crest
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Icy arm for the eagle with the eight carat ruby eyes
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Piss on your motherfucking arm while I'm stupid high
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All black down, royalty purple and some ice chips
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Two Glock 9s pointed at you in a hype flick
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(Verse 3)
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Now I'm alone in the room, and I just stare at the wall
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Revenge my death but I'm going through with yours
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My lost niggas, I miss them
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This new power and wisdom
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Got me thinking I've made a whole lot of bad decisions
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Got locals still to deal with
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Should I kill her?
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Throw her ass in a cage with a gorilla
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Or let her live and treat her like scum of the Earth
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I've got goons to feed and babies to birth
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I'm the God now, plus I'm a super rich nigga
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Do more help than harm, either way you figure
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Should I protect and serve
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Or cock and aim destruction?
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Let the enterprise take over the force of production
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Corruption, my mind state is unpredictable
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I'm bulletproof now, back from the dead, I'm invincible
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The Sure Shot (Parts One & Two)
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| Ghostface Killah |
