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letra de buckingham palace - ghostface killah

[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
hunnid gs
bone crusher, i’m like the hood’s top celebrity
long d-ck ya chick like my rap’s longevity
colder than a gl-ss of ice cubes, i got ’em all in bad moods
stompin’ on shoes, i never lose
i don’t give a f-ck about how you feelin’
got the roof on fire, lace to the ceilin’
s-xual healin’, we throw on that marvin g-ye sh-t
got two black burners, that’ll melt your facelift
memory foam m-ffle the sound of the gun blast
my clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
we kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
we bounce off of motors like west coast hydraulics
narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
right near the mask and the wig and the fake dreadlocks
bombaklat, box of ammo in the pocket
it’s all for the gangstas, your eye’s hangin’ out your socket

[chorus: ghostface k!llah]
watch how you talkin’ to my goons, it’s gorillas
shooters, ruthless, all types of k!llers
hunger game sh-t, they fightin’ for block sp-ce
box cutters, gemstars’ll ox your face
watch how you talkin’ to my goons, it’s gorillas
shooters, ruthless, all types of k!llers
hunger game sh-t, they fightin’ for block sp-ce
box cutters, gemstars’ll ox your face

[verse 2: 38 spesh & b.e.n.n.y. the butcher]
hey yo, i got a problem with authority
lawyers handle problems accordingly
they actin’ like they pops wasn’t callin’ me
i gotta make sure my corner eat
over the stove pot linked to the side like i’m pourin’ tea
black man in a foreign v, emblem on the door and seats
either you a hustler or a thief
all i needed was a quarter ki’
in the corner, me and my dog regulated like warren g
sold it hot but i bought it cheap
got it from miami back to p.a. like ross and meek
huh, borrowed your b-tch for a week
she hold my guns and bricks, i give her d-ck for a storage fee
you talk slick but can’t afford to be
and we don’t call it beef until i’m sendin’ hits where your daughters be
step on work with foreign sneaks
everything foreign so my b-tch look like kimora lee

[verse 3: kxng crooked]
yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
the nozzle is the nostril of the roscoe, pop pop!
possibly i’m comin’ across as hostile, you could be double-crossed
by your apostle, that’s the pentecostal gospel
black c.o.b. flag hangin’ out the left side
blowin’ in the atmosphere, the atlas here is westside
ran up in the stash spot when i heard my connect died
his wife is columbian, got columbian neck tied
i went from roaches in the cereal to flowin’ the most ferocious in your stereo
but culture vultures don’t hear me though
hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
while b-tches out here with a burnin’ bush like the moses miracle
why the f-ck would i touch a thot with some gonorrhea?
i give her the hammer, i call it a blammer, that’s onomatopoeia
go look it up, you don’t read books enough
that’s why crooked’s up in your mamma mia, i’m a g, n-gg-
(i’m a g, n-gg-)

- ghostface killah

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