Ghostface Killah – Nutmeg (Audio&Lyrics)

 

Yeah, whassup, y’all, whassup? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know I don’t really mean no harm But it just happens you know When I step approach a motherfuckin’ wack nigga That tryin’ to spit his darts and can’t spit ’em Check it out though, aiyo Scientific, my hand kissed it, robotic let’s think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it Scotty, watty, cop it to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil’ snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock, ‘n’ roll Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel But Ton’ stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie I’m ’bout it, ’bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf At times, Cuban Link verse, yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin’ Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin’ As soon as I drove off, Cap’ came to me with three sawed-offs Give one to Rae’, let’s season they broth Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder, Sheeba for hiva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, lookin’ fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes, son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what’s in your mouth, don’t waste that See Ghost lampin’ in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off Yeah, yeah I just wan’t y’all niggaz Smack all y’all niggaz, niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body, yeah, no doubt Judge Wise Aiyo, spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin’ with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin’ with 6 rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti’s out of Woodridge Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let’s smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou’ appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam Dancin’ with Blanch and them bitches, flickin’ goose pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap Ten years workin’ for me, you wanna tap shit? Bung, bung, bung, your bell went rung, rung, rung Staple-Land’s where the ambulance don’t come Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfuckin’ crybabies? Get in line punk, you should be studyin’ your odds Instead of studyin’ me That’s how you lost your first job, punk Now, get in line, for you get your lil’ thick-ass tossed up Shit, I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga He was on the fourth, I was on the third Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Pow, you gets my divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my clock I used to run up and pick a crab lock Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip Uptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ass Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal Nine inch long, strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting Ring dings right through your head bing Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I’ma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette While your man search the Internet for Bob Digitech In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times standin’ next to zero And snap my fingers like the Fonz And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair Stomach fat as a pancake for her man’s sake Used to fuck her when she menstruate But it made her hyperventilate Brooklyn I know, I know, I know, I know Queens I know, I know, I know, I know Shaolin I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Bronx I know, I know, I know, I know Jersey I know, I know, I know Long Island I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, break it down

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