paroles de chanson Daytona 500 - Ghostface Killah
Featuring
Raekwon
the
Chef,
Cappadonna
[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...
[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
all
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
doing
the
same
shit
we
doing,
fuck
your
union
It's
the
same
style,
RZA
trainable,
jump
the
turnstile
On
the
alley
tried
to
challenge
God
for
the
new
vials
Especially
that,
aluminium
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,
busting
these
fly
scripts
The
Wally
kid
count
crazily
grands
with
our
plans
Laying
with
my
bitches
and
my
man's
in
Lex
Lands
We
losing
them,
jet
to
the
stash
and
now
Jerusalem
Abusing
them,
rocking
his
jewels
like
we
using
them
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
[Ghostface
Killah]
Mercury
raps
is
roughed
then
God
just
shown
like
taps
Red
and
white
Wally's
that
match,
bend
my
baseball
hat
Doing
forever
shit,
like
pissing
out
the
window
on
turnpikes
Robbing
niggaz
for
leathers,
high
swiping
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
Philippines,
pick
herbal
beans,
bubbling
strings
Biochemical
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
Zooming
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
dallying
Sip
Irish
Moss
out
of
Widelians
Chorus
[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
Crystal
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
watching
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
hand
cocked
'96,
my
ill
sound
clash
is
still
hot,
get
yourself
shot
Chorus
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