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Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface Killah f Trife - Set it Off

[Big Daddy Kane sample]
In control and effect
So what the heck, rock the discoteque

[Ghostface Killah]
Bring all the hammers and the buchanans
My click ran in and acted as blazin` as though we still standin`
Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin`
Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon
Give her a quick chance to kiss glance
In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin`, just dance
Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick
And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in
Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle
Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle
Like a mean hooker, I`m not gonna tussle, I`ll cut you
And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me
Punch in his face, fuck him up mentally
Real robe and pop my throne
Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow
This is real life lyricist, never a witness
See me clappin` the tools, improve my wrist
The dude is, the ruger is super steel
Fall back, take a look at my face, for real
My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills
When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills

[Chorus: sample]
Burn it it, aw, burn it
And you know, got to have them set it
Burn it, aw, burn it
What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha

[Trife]
Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it
And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it
See, well I`mma got a scope with it, drama don`t approach with it
Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it
Young nigga, smokin` marijuana with the coke in it
Sellin` CD`s, VCR`s and the remote with it
Easy, duke, man I need this loot
Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit
Dead serious, showin` no teeth, holdin` my heat
Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin` to sleep
For fuckin` with a top boss, niggaz get knocked off
I always drop shit for the streets like a cop`s horse
Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off
And I spit fire, my tongue`s dipped in hot sauce
It`ll burn you, toss and turn you
Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels

[Chorus]

 

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