Ghostface Killah Supa GFK Lyrics
            [Intro: people whispering]
            Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
            What did y'all discover?
            Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
            It's a Superman lover...
        
            [Ghostface Killah]
            Yeah, yeah, yeah
            Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
            And these f___ing little f__gots don't believe it's Ghost
            Well, surprise m________a, Starkey Love got breakfast
            Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast
            Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back
            Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat
            That's not d___ near the half of it
            Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game and the flow's so accurate
            Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable
            Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
            Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
            The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
            See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in
            You dwelling in hell where them snitch n____z lyin, friend
            Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
            Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
            It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular
            Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular
            Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya
            This is just weed money, the more, the merrier
        
            [Chorus: singer]
            They call me the Superman lover
            Said, they call me the Superman lover
            Yeah, plus I'm wrong...
        
            [Ghostface Killah]
            Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
            s__, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same s__
            Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
            To find my way back I gotta leave a trail of bagettes
            My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill
            Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube, now what's the deal?
            Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr. Excitement
            Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my d___ 'em Down License
            Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning
            I stay piping, hype just like Hype is
            b____es wanna see me and my rindstone drawers
            Call in sick at work, then they take off
            For me, spread 'em out for Starky
            My mouth may drizzle like BizMarkie
            I get it in like any car key
            My stroke is on, I'm never rusty
            Uh-uh, but if you wanna play, this is what you gonna say
            That I got the best D, he could hit it all day
            Something like a rising star that's on Broadway
            s__ real live with a Illmatic foreplay
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] + (sample)
            Oh s___, it's that Bally, it's that slick Bally
            '88 material, little n____z don't know nothing about this though
            Check it out y'all (look) come on (look) yeah, come on
            (Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look)
            (You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch
            Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
            Might show you the heat (look, flying straight past ya)
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Outro: Ghostface Killah] + (sample)
            Toney Starks Radio (something ain't wrong with me)
            Mama got a big b___, mama got a big b___
            Toney Starks Radio right here
            Mama got a big b___, mama got a big b___
            Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on
            Wave ya hand in the air like this
            Mami, wave ya hands in the air like this
            Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
            Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
            Uh, that's right, get rich
            Let's go, that's right, get rich
            Ghostface, Ghostface...
            Staten Island, New York, what up
        
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