[Ghostface (Big Trife)]
Yo, yeah ("New Ghostface!")
Yeah, to glorious days ("one")
Yeah God, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all ("one")
(Fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword ("one")
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost

[Ghostface]
Hey yo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches ("one")
Heavyweight rhyme writers hitting the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch ("one")
Talking bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" ("one")
Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battalion
Past tense place to gold caskets ("one")
Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosk
Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist ("one")
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
When the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit ("one")
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, mangos is free followed by Ghost ("one")
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushing new court dates ("one")
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein ("one")
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wrist full ("one")
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Laying like needles in the hospital ("one")
Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle ("one")

[T.M.F.]
To my real bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off ("one")
Just in case she want to play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" ("one")

[Ghostface]
Hey yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy {"one"}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and grow up {"one"}

Hey yo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash ("one")
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash ("one")
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly hats ("one")
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash ("one")
Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress ("one")
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}
Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for Travolta {"one"}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}

Hey yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy {"one"}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and grow up {"one"}

[Ghostface (Trey-Mack)]
Hey yo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfucking joint
We all connect as ("one")
(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all
(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? ("one")
(Ah-hah, know I'm sayin? Trey-Mack, what?)
How many nuts you might bust? ("one")
Haha, straight up and down
("one")
(How many shots?) ("one")
("one")
(That's it) Word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? ("one")
(Yo, yo, yo) ("one")
(Aw shit, haha) at a time, nigga? ("one")
("one")

Writer : D. COLES, J. TINEO, D. PORTER, B. CRUTCHER, R. WILLIAMS
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ROBOSAC MUSIC