[Intro: people whispering]
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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
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What did y'all discover?
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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
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It's a Superman lover...
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
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And these fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost
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Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast
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Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast
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Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back
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Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat
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That's not damn near the half of it
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Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game and the flow's so accurate
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Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable
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Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
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Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
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The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
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See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in
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You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend
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Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
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Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
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It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular
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Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular
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Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya
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This is just weed money, the more, the merrier
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[Chorus: singer]
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They call me the Superman lover
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Said, they call me the Superman lover
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Yeah, plus I'm wrong...
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
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Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex
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Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
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To find my way back I gotta leave a trail of bagettes
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My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill
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Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube, now what's the deal?
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Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr. Excitement
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Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down License
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Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning
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I stay piping, hype just like Hype is
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Bitches wanna see me and my rindstone drawers
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Call in sick at work, then they take off
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For me, spread 'em out for Starky
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My mouth may drizzle like BizMarkie
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I get it in like any car key
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My stroke is on, I'm never rusty
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Uh-uh, but if you wanna play, this is what you gonna say
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That I got the best D, he could hit it all day
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Something like a rising star that's on Broadway
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Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
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Oh shit, it's that Bally, it's that slick Bally
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'88 material, little niggaz don't know nothing about this though
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Check it out y'all (look) come on (look) yeah, come on
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(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look)
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(You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch
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Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
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Might show you the heat (look, flying straight past ya)
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
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Toney Starks Radio (something ain't wrong with me)
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Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
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Toney Starks Radio right here
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Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
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Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on
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Wave ya hand in the air like this
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Mami, wave ya hands in the air like this
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Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
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Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
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Uh, that's right, get rich
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Let's go, that's right, get rich
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Ghostface, Ghostface...
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Staten Island, New York, what up
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Supa GFK
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Ghostface Killah |