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Ghostface Killah Hidden Darts Hidden Darts One-two, one-two, yo What the fuck is the deal, it's Toney Starks, nigga Ya niggas know what time it is, the kid with the lazer beam vocals You know you messing with a dart master, right now J-Love, hit them niggas [Ghostface Killah] Yo, who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond, in the Octagon, with two razors Bet ya'll didn't know I had a fake arm, I lost it, Wild in war, before rap, I was gettin' it on Choke a fat nigga out in like forty seconds, my gun get hard With a .45 steel erection Eagle on, Kangol hat slanted, coconut, bounce to Morocco Guerilla medallions, like Flava Flav clock, yo Niggas want me dead, but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out, like a hysterectomy When beef collide, look on the flip, buy a penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging, frauds is lifting They drawers on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga, resemble, Keenen Ivory Wayans Stay in your place, dirt bomb rappers get shadowboxed For training, ya'll still eating bacon... "Hidden Darts" "Hidden Darts" [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I've done walked on fire (fire), never got burnt (burnt) Slept on glass (glass), never got cut (cut) And broke a few nose bones, yo, light off a round or two At certain dudes where they dropped they phones Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail Then left my fingers for dead, told 'em "I ain't have nothing to do with the writing" I hold you down when you be squeezing that lead Shopping sprees, with my mans on the corner watch D's Rolling in threes, in them purple capri's' A gritty bop, my rocks is bigger, wallo's with the gold tassels Your old slave, with Starkey Love on the shackle And I stay fly underwater, my toes is iced out Poofed the nails off, ya faggots can figure the price out It's chump change, ya'll bitch niggas go get my coco Get my slippers, before I go gun ho! "Hidden Darts" "Hidden Darts" [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Ya'll niggas hold your fucking necks Before you put them shits to sleep You know what I mean, daddy It's real like that, coming at all ya'll niggas this year I gots to come for that title, baby, I don't give a fuck who holding it Youknowhatimean? Tone on the come up Youknowhatimean, I'm playing on ya'll niggas, man So yo, ya'll niggas know what the fuck time it is and shit Slow the fuck down, nigga, throw this shit in, it's real... |
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