Ghostface k**ah - Laced Cheeba lyrics

"Your kung fu is good! “Your magic is good! That is why he waited, so all my power would dwindle My power has diminished Then he come to k** me! Yes, but… I know your kung fu is still very good If you practice again No-one could possibly be your match! Oh, the ancient weapon! [Verse 1 - Ghostface k**ah] Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers Fought shoguns and got f**ed by geishas Still gracious, still able to spit out darts Just grew tougher skin for swimming With the sharks. Broken ankle f**ing with the wallabee clarks Got them b**hes still screaming my name "Waddup Starks?" I'm a bone-crusher Ox'll split your face like a Dutch Master No more mixes - polar bears from Alaska With sharkskin Air Max's and igloos of ice Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice I'm nice, you the reason why the game went soft Bland n***as I come through and season your broth Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a Menace like Dennis Young Ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads With barbed wires, stay tying n***as to beds [Verse 2 - Sean Price] Everybody get paid Everybody get laid All these b**hes dirty Everybody got AIDS Everybody get played Everybody get sprayed Everybody do what I say Everybody my maid P - crack-selling black felon That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons Some thugs - one gun, one slug Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young Mugs" Listen, it's Mandela, pa I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard I k** n***as with the birdy blick banger My Wu-Tang n***as call me the 36th Chamber "Lyrical miracle spiritual" rap dudes Get smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues P - call me the gatekeeper Break heaters on your face, smoking laced cheeba [Verse 3 - Trife Diesel] She want a thug, not the lawyer-type A golden boy employed to promote and write Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight I'm eating good, enjoying life Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white With no strings attached, pull this might Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe Peeling off like snakeskin Watch the cobra bite Overnight success story Going jet for me, you rep Wally That's why your ca**ette's corny Your money too short for long convo You in the game hurting, tryna play Rajon Rondo. Millionaire swag Peep your boys ensemble Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera Whoever said the kite is a messenger Cause I think like the man behind a register Quick to pull the toaster out Stomp, choke em out. We over here Counting Bread, what you loaf about?