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[Intro: 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]

Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {"one"}

Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass

Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}

Talkin 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 battlion

Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"}

Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin 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 dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}

Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked

Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}

Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

Branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}

Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you

See that he rock a wrist, dude {"one"}

Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles

Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}

Five steps to concer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle

Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}

[T.M.F. - both]

To my real bitches take your draws off

To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}

Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"}

[Ghostface]

Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}

Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask

That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {"one"}

Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash

Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}

Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed

Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}

Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes

Misses Dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {"one"}

Ask coward Pendergrass for backstage passes

Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}

Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress

Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack at this {"one"}

Dickin down Oprah, jump rope, David think he's rasta

Black man, DC hit to mocha {"one"}

Two 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, dancin with the vulture

Pastor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}

Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy

God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}

Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}

[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), <Big Trife>]

Eh yo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin 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, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?) <Shaolin, Staple-town, B>

How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}

Haha, straight up and down

<Staple drop a nigga, yo> {"one"}

(How many shots?) {"one"}

<Gunnin for the dome and it only takes...> {"one"}

(That's it) Word up

How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"}

(Yo, yo, yo) <How many L's we smoke?> {"one"}

(Aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga?> {"one"}