Pistol Smoke - Ghostface Killah/Solomon Childs.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Dennis Coles/Walbert Dale
[00:00.05] 作曲 : Danny Caiazzo
[00:00.10]Intro: Ghostface Killah
[00:03.59]Yo, yeah
[00:05.88]Verse 1: Ghostface Killah
[00:07.81]You can get clapped in the deadly hall
[00:09.81]Where the killers skate off in the clean G Wagen, all gray
[00:13.07]Chain swingin', the god-gods was tried for 'meanors
[00:15.73]Gucci, last thing they seen hittin' the cement
[00:18.19]The fxxk y'all standing around for
[00:20.38]Watch my reels, I make scripts off strips like, "Hold on, strip"
[00:24.03]I don't care what he say, how many guns he got
[00:26.53]Just ask your mans about my flicks
[00:28.88]Movies, gruesome, bombs, we boofed it
[00:31.58]Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true sh1t
[00:34.33]A click, two sticks, it'll cost you, baby
[00:36.90]That's two pin joints if I lost you, baby
[00:39.48]Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar
[00:42.10]Tie hands together with the aux, go scar for scar
[00:44.69]Go 'head and act up, injuries gon' add up
[00:47.71]Walkin' out the ER like a mummy, all wrapped up
[00:50.46]Come on board, shooters, we hirin'
[00:53.00]Scarface bald head n1ggas, we admire them
[00:55.64]Rumor has it a lot of frauds got flaws on 'em
[00:58.33]See a lot of Madea in n1ggas, wrong drawers on 'em
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[01:02.44]Chorus: Solomon Childs
[01:03.40]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right)
[01:06.12]Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right)
[01:08.70]Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right)
[01:11.41]And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr)
[01:14.04]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
[01:16.72]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
[01:19.37]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
[01:22.01]And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
[01:24.18]Verse 2: Ghostface Killah
[01:24.74]I held 'em up like a pair of crutches
[01:27.08]Had 'em all in a jam like I ran with Smuckers
[01:30.22]Cops, sirens, paparazzis over hot bodies
[01:33.58]Headshots in the Maserati
[01:35.58]Don't wrap that n1gga, no Polo sheets
[01:37.75]Keep it discrete, I told that n1gga he'd be dead in a week
[01:40.76]His b1tch told me where he rest, where he keep his cheese
[01:43.40]He got a stashbox in the wheel in both his V's
[01:46.25]I got forty-seven ******* connects out in Monaco
[01:48.84]Top of the line, these coke chefs made the honor roll
[01:51.74]And that's the reason I don't fxxk with ******s
[01:54.22]Twenty-one guns that go savage
[01:56.09]Seventy nuns that tote smoke in the old baggage
[01:58.92]Whatever I see, I grab it
[02:00.04]You get the message like it's all in a tablet
[02:02.22]You straight b1tch like Tiff Haddish
[02:04.26]Hustle grands like Tip Harris
[02:05.87]The whole hood drop like a miscarriage
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[02:09.46]Chorus: Solomon Childs
[02:10.04]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (Right)
[02:12.77]Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right)
[02:15.38]Many legs I broke (Right), many necks I choked (Right)
[02:17.93]And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr)
[02:20.67]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
[02:23.24]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
[02:25.97]Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
[02:28.66]And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (Brr)