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Some information about Iron Maiden Lyrics Title: Ghostface Killah - Iron Maiden lyrics Artist: Ghostface Killah Album: Ironman Visitors: 6 visitors have visited Iron Maiden Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. ft. RaekwonCappadonna [Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")] (What you doin on our turfpunk? Got a message for Smokey. Give it. You Smokeyman? Give it! If you ain t Smokeyit ain t yo motherfuckin message MotherfuckerI said gimme the message! It s from Williein the slam. Niggayou been busted? Yeahthe man picked me up. WellI ain t got no fuckin time to play witchu! Now gimme the message. Willie s in Warwickdoin 1-3. Told me to tell y all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick around for awhile. Nawthat s outman. You know? What can weThe Lordsdo with a punk like you? Kiss my assmotherfucker! (Burn em) Just me and youmotherfuckerjust me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin eye!) (Portrayin won t be payin . Uh huhUh huh) (Yeahno doubtno doubtthis Wally champ cat. Yeahit s on this one) [Raekwon:] YoGambino niggas who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beersgive em theirs [Chorus: Raekwon] Sit back jollyin My team be gamin like three card Rolly an Drug Somalians pollyin [Verse One: Raekwon] Many raps they crochetin Ay yo Ironthese niggas portrayin But haven t been payin For realslide on these niggas like flesh fear Caesar fade styleusually tough grenade Throw a bladefuck gettin laid Guzzle this shit like Gatorade Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede Connectin with the hot style is done Light up a chalis I run with nuttin but the wildestfoulest Come on nowlong-dick style Niggas on the hit outay yo Iron bite my shit out Eventuallybust a rap gun mentally Been doin this century kidjust meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin off by P.M. Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Fellatium styleplay it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don t oweyou might get stole on When I go bury me wit Valow on (They come to meand understandjust let me get mines first. Then after I get minesy all can do what y all wanna do. Fuck em up bad) [Verse Two: Ghostface] Sho nuffhit the bank and thrust Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus We upgradeswallow raw eggsread the label Hittin white-labelleft the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailin walked inmy earth started kneelin Started stealin I m too illsee we re bellin at the parlay Kicked upmackmax motion Michael Bolton magazine callI m too potent Louisville mix pain kill rapFuck benadryl The violin in Knowledge God sounded ill Tremendously obnoxiousno blotches My telephone watch ll leave bartenders topless Dead on the prosecutorsmacked a juror Me and my girl ll run like Luke and Laura We sit back on Malayan islands Sippin mix drinks out of boat coconut bowlswe whylin [(Break) Raekwon:] Sit back jollyin Uh huhUh huh Uh huhUh huhSit back jollyin Uh huhUh huhUh huhUh huh [(Chorus) x 2] Sit back [Verse Three: Cappadonna] Deep meditation sound orientatedwar the blizzard Rap para-medical the wizard Cappadonnanever caterin to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You oughta five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowin with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of whylin Park Hill profilin I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you re smilin For violatin my position I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dopeone stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to personit d be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me Cause I m P-L-O T-K-O every day Dancehall GeneralParty Fanatic Colonel Cappadonna son a old school just go infernal Veteran for rappin with the new set of rule of hard rappin Ninety-six jiveI keep the live crowd clappin When I bowall praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical Every evenin I have a by myself meetin Thinkin who s gonna be the next to catch a beatin From my mental slangin bitchin rap twist the point of warfare I brutalizeall competition catch ill hair Chance himthat s what they saidthrew up a ransom I jacked itstripped the beat naked and packed it Gimme my rewards (The way Ithe way I wanna get em. I want em gotten. I want em layin out. I want em gotten. Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be taken off of here. That s right.) Hottest songs from Ghostface Killah : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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