Fly Everything-Ghostface Killah/Sun God/Shawn Wigs

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Danny Caiazzo [00:00.01]Let's go, baby, let's go [00:01.26]Verse 1/Ghostface Killah: Yo, Big paper, skyscrapers [00:04.01]The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers [00:06.71]Fly everything [00:07.92]Stand on the Bentley and toast to stones in every ring [00:10.98]Forty helicopters with choppers, back to Medellín [00:13.99]Undercover task force reveals [00:15.96]They get chills when on the heels of a killa [00:18.06]Way iller with his mask off [00:19.97]Three stooge of these n1ggas [00:21.25]Leave 'em in the dust on the crash course [00:23.27]I don't even ask for the pxssy, wizzes pass off [00:26.33]Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou, one hell of a bio [00:29.64]I live that life you can stuff in the vial [00:31.99]Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile [00:34.92]Tony wrist game water like it was dipped in the Nile [00:38.08]Forty-inch cable is fatal (Uh-huh), I need a neck brace [00:41.47]The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table [00:44.16]Jameson bags of scotch, the red dot on the label [00:47.05]If Chi-Town is Chiraq, Staten Island is Beirut [00:49.85]Chorus: Shawn Wigs & Sun God [00:50.42]All we want is the dead presidents, take measurements [00:53.87]You follow the old, we makin' new testaments [00:56.72]Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments [00:59.70]Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence [01:01.77]Verse 2/Sun God: Yo [01:02.54]I probably left a couple scenes [01:03.91]but that's only through back exits [01:05.66]Mommy cryin', homie died, couldn't make it past eleven [01:08.66]Twenty-one, twenty gun salute, bring him back in seconds [01:11.80]Off that juice, hang 'em off the roof how n1ggas send a message [01:14.86]We be wildin', keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us [01:17.81]Off the line and get your homie clapped just for sending texts [01:20.85]Every spot Mr. JJ Watt, known to get them Texans [01:23.93]Quiet down, everybody now, God gon' send a message [01:27.04]In my country for what you worth, but you ain't life threatenin' [01:30.06]You ain't running, just drag your feet [01:31.75]'cause you ain't light stepping [01:33.06]Send 'em all to come dim your lights [01:34.95]you gon' need a light expection [01:36.01]Just give 'em a couple shots [01:37.58]we gon' give 'em light injections [01:39.22]I'm cleaning these n1ggas messes [01:40.84]but soon as I switched my groove [01:42.77]Got out and moved, these n1ggas became the death wish [01:45.53]N1ggas became reckless, young, black and flexin' [01:48.57]N1gga (Young, black and flexin') [01:50.75]Chorus: Shawn Wigs [01:51.45]All we want is the dead presidents, take measurements [01:55.11]You follow the old, we makin' new testaments [01:57.86]Supreme specimens, Wu-Tang regiments [02:00.98]Watch your mouth when you speakin' to excellence