Lyrics Nutmeg - Ghostface Killah featuring RZA featuring RZA
Yeah,
whassup
y'all,
whassup?
This
is
Ghostface,
straight
from
Staten
Island
You
know,
I
don't
really
mean
no
harm
But
it
just
happens
you
know
When
I
step
approach
a
motherfuckin
wack
nigga
That
tryin
to
spit
his
darts
and
can't
spit
'em
Check
it
out
though,
ay,
oh
Scientific,
my
hand
kissed
it
Robotic
let's
think
optimistic
You
probably
missed
it,
watch
me
dolly
dick
it
Scotty
watty
cop
it
to
me,
big
microphone
hippie
Hit
Poughkepsie
crispy
chicken
verbs
throw
up
a
stone
richie
Chop
the
O,
sprinkle
a
lil'
snow
inside
a
Optimo
Swing
the
John
McEnroe,
rap
rock'n'roll
Tidy
Bowl,
gung-ho
pro,
Starsky
with
the
gumsole
Hit
the
rump
slow,
parole
kids,
live
Rapunzel
But
Ton'
stizzy
really
high,
the
vivid
laser
eye
guide
Jump
in
the
Harley
ride,
Clarks
I
freak
a
lemon
pie
I'm
bout
it,
bout
it,
Lord
forgive
me,
Ms.
Sally
shouted
Tracey
got
shot
in
the
face,
my
house
was
overcrowded
You
fake
cats
done
heard
it
first
On
how
I
shitted
on
your
turf
At
times,
Cuban
Link
verse
yo
Check
out
the
rap
kingpin,
summertime
fine
jewelry
drippin
Face
in
the
box,
I
seen
your
ear
twitchin
As
soon
as
I
drove
off,
Cap'
came
to
me
with
three
sawed-offs
Give
one
to
Rae',
let's
season
they
broth
Lightning
rod
fever
heaters,
knock-kneeder
Sheeba
for
hiva
Diva
got
rocked
from
the
receiver
bleeder
Portfolio,
lookin
fancy
in
the
pantry
My
man
got
bigger
dimes
son,
your
shit
is
scampi
Base
that,
throw
what's
in
your
mouth,
don't
waste
that
See
Ghost
lampin
in
the
throne
with
King
Tut
hat
Straight
off,
yeah,
yeah
I
just
wan't
y'all
niggaz
To
smack
all
y'all
niggaz,
and
niggarettes
Universal
death
threats,
yeah
This
be
the
God
Body,
yeah
no
doubt
Judge
Wise
Ay,
oh
spiced
out
Calvin
Coolidge,
loungin
with
7 duelers
The
Great
Adventures
of
Slick,
lickin
with
6 rugers
Rock
those,
big
boy
Bulotti's
out
of
Woodridge
Porch
for
the
biggest
beer,
season
giraffe
ribs
Rotissiere
ropes,
hickory
scented
mint
scented
glaze
Perfected
find
truth
within
self,
let's
smoke
All
hail
to
my
hands,
50
thou'
appraisal
Dirty
nose
with
the
nasal
drip,
click
flipped
on
fam
Dancin
with
Blanch
and
them
bitches,
flickin
goose
pictures
Kick
down
the
ace
of
spades,
snatch
Jack
riches
Olsive
compulsive
lies
flies
with
my
name
on
it
Dick
made
the
cover
now
count,
how
many
veins
on
it
Scooby
snack
jurassic
plastic
gas
booby
trap
Ten
years
workin
for
me,
you
wanna
tap
shit?
Bung
bung
bung!
Your
bell
went
rung
rung
rung!
Staple-Land's
where
the
ambulance
don't
come
Yeah,
you
see
what
I
mean?
You
see
what
I
mean,
you
motherfuckin
crybabies?
Get
in
line
punk!
You
should
be
studyin
your
odds
Instead
of
studyin
me!
That's
how
you
lost
your
first
job
punk
Now
get
in
line,
for
you
get
your
lil'
thick-ass
tossed
up!
Shit!
I
studied
under
Bruce
Lee
nigga
He
was
on
the
fourth,
I
was
on
the
third
Pass
me
a
honey-dipped
spliff
Black
mental
cause
continental
drift
One
whiff
of
Pow
U
gets
my
Divine
stiff
Brick
rock,
late
night,
hear
the
tick
tock
of
my
clock
I
used
to
run
up
and
pick,
a
crab
lock
Hit
his
stash,
dip
back,
to
the
Lab,
make
him
flip
Uptown,
Boo-doop,
now
we
back
on
your
ass
Incognito,
fatal
aikido
blow,
pop
a
needle
Dick
a
knock-knee
hoe,
bust
out
her
fetal
Nine
inch
long
strong,
Bobby
pop
the
bitch
thongs
Spit
on
her,
then
I
banged
on
my
chest
like
Kong
King
Merciless
Meng,
point
the
killa
bee
sting
Ring
Dingd,
right
through
your
head,
bing
Snap
the
wing
off
of
bats,
my
battleaxe
tongue
hacks
tracks
Once
the
ball
drop,
I'ma
snatch
ten
jacks
Pass
the
crack
to
a
niggarette,
puff
a
looseleaf
cigarette
While
your
man
search
the
internet
for
Bob
Digitech
in
Stereo
Crazy
as
Shapiro
Multiply
myself
ten
times
standin
next
to
zero
And
snap
my
fingers
like
the
Fonz
And
bag
me
a
golden
bronze
skinned
girl
with
the
honey
blonde
Dip
hair,
make
a
nigga
flip
in
his
chair
Had
the
armpit
shaved
off
perfect
with
the
Nair
Stomach
fat
as
a
pancake
for
her
man's
sake
Used
to
fuck
her
when
she
menestrate
But
it
made
her
hyperventilate
Brooklyn
I
know,
I
know,
I
know,
I
know
Queens
I
know,
I
know,
I
know,
I
know
Shylin
I
know,
I
know,
I
know,
I
know...
Bronx
I
know,
I
know,
I
know,
I
know
Jersey
I
know,
I
know,
I
know
Long
Island
I
know,
I
know,
I
know,
I
know...
Break
it
down
1 Cherchez la ghost
2 Nutmeg
3 Buck 50
4 Wu Banga 101
5 Iron's Theme - Intermission
6 Child's Play
7 Intro
8 One
9 Saturday Nite - Edit
10 Apollo Kids
11 The Grain
12 Ghost Dini
13 Mighty Healthy
14 Woodrow the Basehead
15 Stay True
16 We Made It
17 Stroke of Death
18 Malcolm
19 Who Would You Fuck
20 Clyde Smith
21 Iron’s Theme (conclusion)
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