Ghostface Killah Marvel Lyrics
            [Ghf] Yeah
            [RZA] Word... these b____es be buggin God
            Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin
            [Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two
            We back up in this joint!  What?
            Check the fly s___... yeah
            Don't black out on me
        
            Verse One: Ghostface
        
            Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
            Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
            Heard the p____ was good, big n____z fell victim
            Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
            She know magic, soakin wet p____ on the matress
            Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
            She been f___in since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
            With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline
            She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
            Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
            Most n____z, would light the lord over this broad
            Big n____z in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
            Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
            Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera
        
            Verse Two: RZA
        
            Fat-a__ whips big a__es, colorful lips
            Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
            blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
            Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
            the heat is on, never too black or too strong
            In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
            Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
            The arena now present, de event of the decade
            Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
            extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
            Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
            That shines Godly light
            Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn
            We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
            Never bust premature for sure
            You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite b____
            deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
            Causes stomach inflation
            Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
            Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
            Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb
            It's a black hole for those who lose control
            Fertile soil before you are wise
            And spoiled many men and took many lives
            And all you brothers changed sides
            Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside
        
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