paroles de chanson Malcolm - Ghostface Killah
[Ghostface]
Ayo
I′m
like
Malcolm
out
the
window
with
the
joint
Hoodied
up
blood
in
my
eye,
a
lead
to
fly
Like
fuck
it
(2
gunshots),
look
how
these
niggas
duck
shit
One
kid
hollerin
what
lookin
up,
he
the
big
wig
Fake
ass
cat,
low
life,
sodomize
mind
Beatin
niggas,
big
bricks
of
bread
sellin
mad
dimes
His
feet
hurt,
networkin
he
get
no
work
Yo
smack
him
where
his
hand
hurt,
fuck
what
he
worth
Yo
he
sucked
his
thumb
smooth
for
the
kid
laced
with
the
big
guns
Stain
to
my
Baltimore
niggas
that
he
on
the
run
Plus
he
ill
in
the
drums,
heartburn
for
life,
calcium
man
Watch
him
grab
the
Tums,
he's
a
front
Pigeon
totalist
sister
with
the
fat
ass
Show
hash
behind
up
the
block
plus
he
smashed
her
Big
Bub
did
him
somethin
deadly,
act
premedidtated
Buck
60
strike
was
the
medley
Nice
like
Van
Halen,
seen
him
at
the
tunnel
with
his
skin
peelin
Did
two
days
thought
he
was
jailin
You
get
close,
look
at
his
hands
That′s
the
same
kid
that
cut
his
wrists,
talkin
bout
the
cuffs
did
it
He
ran
away,
frontin
majorly,
eyes
like
Sammy
Davis
jr.
Rounded
off
with
a
fade
g,
he
sport
the
Bob
Hope
classics
Ran
down
Asics,
Kmart,
the
short
sleeve
shit
be
the
basics
He
eat
hams
shitted
on
himself
twice,
big
hatted
Jews
Rushed
the
nigga
out
in
Crown
Heights
CHORUS:
Yo
let
me
tell
you
how
the
game
go
We
gettin
rid
of
all
the
prostitutes
Tony
wants
the
streets
back
fo
sho
Too
many
hustlers,
too
many
thieves
We're
fuckin
up
who's
willin
to
fight
and
teach
the
c′s
Too
much
TV,
guns
and
robberies
Lust
and
greed
and
hate
the
4 devils
jealousy
[Ghostface]
Yo
I
champunch
Mase
in
his
face
over
some
bullshit
The
other
night
they
kidnapped
his
brother
pokin
it
with
knives
It′s
rainin,
85
degrees
kinda
muggy
One
of
the
nights
they
thrown
in
his
face
it's
real
ugly
Yo
we
up
in
Jonesy′s
posin,
all
these
niggas
know
me
>From
fuckin
wit,
under
theses
niggas
heavy
parolees
Yo
we
played
the
speaker
And
from
a
distance
we
could
see
these
chains
The
P
slayed,
flat
on
his
chest,
was
two
plains
Ashy
hands
yo,
no
need
for
rings
at
all
He
just
cracked
the
V8
backed
up,
leaned
against
the
wall
Lookin
flower,
he
just
came
home,
he
on
like
a
fuck
Did
a
dime
for
holdin
up
the
gods
up
in
the
armored
truck
Ten
years
later
son
280
on
the
weight
tip
He
throwin
up
six
plates
plus
he
studied
Matrix
He's
a
wally
horse
shout
it
out
sweatin
through
his
valor
Cock-eyed
nigga
back
up
his
neck
he
had
shores
Sammy
eagerly
rode
up
on
him,
taxi
off
the
turkey
with
the
joint
On
him
Flower
look
his
man
stood
up
before
him
The
bitches
hit
the
table,
Jah
king
stripped
off
his
cables
Shots
went
off,
Sam′ll
get
a
chance
to
make
his
debut
Flower
grabbed
Tiff
his
man
with
the
sideburns,
hat
fell
off
We
nerd
his
wigworms,
he
hid
behind
Rich
See
Allah
hit
the
light
switch,
young
girls
were
trampled
In
the
measured
pool,
pistol
with
Mase,
and
broke
the
handle
Desperate
crawlin
to
the
door
on
all
fours
Shim
kicked
the
jukebox
the
theme
song
rode
in
was
"It's
Yours"
Oh
my
goodness,
Ba
grabbed
the
Mo
bottle
thrashin
He
layin
like
a
gay
models
shoutin
out
Sebastian
He
smiled
with
his
teeth
missin
begging
for
mercy
No
more
god,
the
68
thousand
down
a
pair
of
three
Out
came
the
cannon,
whistled
out
zaggin
Cham
snatched
his
flag
four
big
rocks
enter
the
dragon
It′s
over,
another
story
told
Lyin
with
the
snakes,
tongue
kissin
cobras
CHORUS
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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