more than you Don't stand too close, just stand on post And watch my ride, while i'm inside (fuck you) Watch my whip, don't even trip It's cherry-dipped
find a new way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian approaches executed by the coach I'm in these streets like a ghost The air
head All the laughter is just makin' me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strummin' on my gay guitar Smokin' a cheap cigar The ghost of our old
Ugly apparition, God's gift to oxygen The puffed up immortal son How they love him 'cause he'll become The ghost at number one How does it feel To be
I need both stages Your two your two cars can't touch my four bracelets One of the most Williest niggaz from Staten Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of satin Cherry
it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas
nigga E still cruisin Cruisin down the street in my 64 [Game] 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 Pumps in the trunk of that cherry red '64 Im riding with the ghost
on your knees Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free He said, "I quit my job at a big church where the milk and money flowed To sell cherry
heard on the internet? Uh, and if I try to pirate it for free I'll get aids? I would have guessed scurvy. Well, see you later ghost of Dr.Martin Luther
She gave me a heart in a woman's hand Carved in cherry-wood The severed part from a foreign land I clearly understood Love has a border and I can't cross
true boss rollin in cadi's chips like grammy, goose it gets flabby eatin good and tellin the plan stay happy -Andre Nickatina i get lost in the weed like a ghost
In other words, it's gon' be like that You young boys is blind, I'm seein them cats Evolutionary (what?) Revolutionary and legendary I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
Buried in a field of crosses the ghost of an American son Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns and his friends were all there
Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone Willow tree swayin' like a ghost 'neath the yellow moon That big black train is
tears The tree is rising above the ghosts And its leaves will never fall Once the sky was full of flames The sinister rain was staining fields But cherry
Tang, Killarmy, we indispensable We never fall, we stand tall Like skyscrapers and Justice For All We move on M.C's mechanically Strike nerve like Ghost
s cherry Tailored suits and gators, man, laughin at these haters Man, show me the money then, pay me man It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost
Oh nigga E still cruisin, cruisin down the (city of compton) Game 1, 2, 3, and to the 4, pumps in the trunk of that cherry red 6-4, I'm riding with the ghost