Ghostface Killah (Ironman Lyrics)

Iron Madien
Intro: [from the motion picture "Fresh"] [What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey. Give it. You Smokey, man? Give it! If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message Motherfucker, I said gimme the message! It's from Willie, in the slam. Nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up. Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message. Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick around for awhile. Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you? Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!] [Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh] [Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one] Raekwon: Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs Chorus: Raekwon Sit back jollyin' My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' Drug Somalians pollyin' Verse One: Raekwon Many raps they crochetin' Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin' But haven't been payin' For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid Guzzle this shit like Gatorade Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede Connectin' with the hot style is done Light up a chalis I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off by P.M. Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go bury me wit Valow on [They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad] Verse Two: Ghostface 'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin' Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura We sit back on Malayan islands Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin' (Break) Raekwon: Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin' Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh (Chorus) x 2 Sit back Verse Three: Cappadonna Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap para-medical the wizard Cappadonna, never caterin' to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You oughta five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin' I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin' For violatin' my position, I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin' Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin' When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin' Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin' From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it Gimme my rewards [The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin' out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be taken off of here. That's right.]

Datonya 500

[singing] We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge Knowledgists, street astrologists Light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials Especially that, aluminum bat in the act Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star Chorus: All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians Chorus Verse Three: Cappadonna Give me the the fifty thou, small bills My gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, whattup Lils Murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill Check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot Chorus

Fish

Interlude- (, You know they're killers themselves,People die for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000 men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin)..... GHOSTFACE KILLAH- We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis 1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties CAPPADONNA- Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one 'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion Destination be the cash when I step past one Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives and then I still never go down Until the last round I shine, when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine RAEKWON- Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans 24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant Dons sendin' my sons membership forms They still gettin' this paper scraper Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace Fetus style and block your goals like hockey....

Camay

Intro: Ghostface (sample is Teddy Pendergrass) What's happenin [love was never born to say, goodbye] what's happenin [love was never born to say, goodbye] Yo, yeah! (Smokin?) Yeah. [just another helpless] We gotta come smokin [fool in love is what I am] This is it (We smoke baby) [just another helpless] another chamber baby [fool in love is what I am] slide y'all in *Cappadon* You know how we do! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Yo, what's the deal Goldielochs? Ain't buttin I'm just hibernatin love that watch Pour me some Scotch and cold Courvesoir out No doubt, have a chair Boo lets get to prolly in Who you wit? Me and Molly and some trick from Yugoslavia What fabric is that? It's only woolen Rayon Lipstick crayon fly, Vere on ice spray on I'm gettin tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy and transport bricks steal in many fifties Fuck negociatin is you wit me is you waitin Sweet as carrot cake, fakin plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither Cuban Linx skeezer, why you actin like a rap teaser I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged Nigga you small change I only fuck with figaro chains Analyzin Miss Clairol, fendi down mascara on Assistant manager in Paragon Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Say goodbye... Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born... Verse Two: Cappadonna Socializin, vibin with my eyes on dot She this book cover lady that be blowin up the spot While my heart was racin, like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me puttin out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today your hands are softer than Camay too your hairdo way more class than Halle Berry Caught visions of me and you ridin on the ferry Plus your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry I order me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, inteligent Whispered in my ear that she's celibate Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there As I grab the hand set her politely in the chair As we stopped to stare at one another Black sister, the brother I'm thinkin all the time how she could be my lover Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Just another helpless Fool in love is what I am Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born to say, goodbye Just another helpless Fool in love is what I... Verse Three: Ghostface Killah What's happenin brown sugar? Say you look so good today Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins Your complexion gives a reflection of sometime a black woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file Just jokin baby, I have a sharp sense of humor Wish I woulda bumped into your frame a lot sooner What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you workin at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy livin Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and not afraid to doubt need a God on your side We holdin hands til death do us apart and then we slide Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo Should have left wizard thousand times maybe tonight though But you sexy mothafucka DAMN whats the recipe You make a nigga wanna GOD DAMN Can you cook darlin, at the stove you're revolvin Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin Here take my number let me pull the chair from under I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder Chorus: Teddy Pendergrass Love was never born to say, goodbye (5x) Just another helpless fool in love is what I am (repeat to fade)

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