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Ghostface Killah

Genres: Hip-Hop

Milk 'em Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

Yo, with this game come alotta hate, but there's alotta snakes 

Niggaz see the size of my dish, and wanna pick a plate 

Thinkin' I'ma fold under pressure, y'all wanna see me break 

Had these niggaz skating on ice, doing a figure eight 

Twelve getting strong in the game, y'all can't touch me 

I must be, made out of steel, y'all can't crush me 

Watch how I paint this picture, into a mixture 

With symbolic words, when they merge they form a scripture 

Tone be that nigga, I belong in the ficture 

Very necessary that my robes is furry 

Picture me, in the King's chair blowin' on bark 

Before queens holding toothbrushes, scrubbin' my Clarks 

Feedin' me grapes, give me style shakes, Frosted Flakes 

Flood the plate, twenty four karats that intake 

I'm all over the globe, like water in moat 

Cocaine cookouts over portable stoves 

 

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Watch how we milk 'em this year 

Ya'll niggaz straight soft, like silk in this here 

My niggaz came off, ran hard for 10 years 

But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears 

Things is different, now time's is changing 

So it's a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in 

It's more than entertainment, it's hip hop 

The way that we walk, the way that we talk 

It's our language 

 

Aiyo, now who you know is more liver than Trife? 

The piledriver improviser go to work on your body like exercisers 

My opening lines'll open your mind 

Glock popper, clock stopper, leave you frozen in time 

Plus you never seen me rolling with shines, I'm barely seen 

Got bitches in all flavors, I call 'em my Dairy Queens 

Gettin' CREAM, that's a daily routine, y'all niggaz know me 

I'm the one and only, that's word to Chef and Pretty Toney 

Make my debut on Bulletproof Wallets, that's when I come through 

Stay true, got nothing for free, I had to pay dues 

You feelin' like a frog then jump, you in the swamp with gators 

Nigga, we eat you tadpoles for lunch 

It's not a hunch, it's a sure fact 

Drunk nigga fall back, I'm tellin' you once 

Don't get your fronts and your jaw cracked 

Theodore, we the new villains in here 

Starks Enterprise, we seeing 20 million this year 

 

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In these war times, whose the enemy? 

I'm something like Matt Damon, and backin' in my Bourne Supremacy 

I was brought to bring forth the remedy 

Deadly ready or not, y'all people better steady the block 

Or keep the heat coming, steady or not 

Don't want no trouble with Joe 

We'll throw blows that empty out the whole bungaloo 

If y'all soldiers can handle my click 

Then walk forward and find the one that make you ceist to exist 

You never heard me spit as lethal as this 

Flippin' ya brother man, on the other hand will empty a clip 

If I build, my life hangs in a myst, the balance we call this 

Dark and light, I know wrong from right 

But am I wrong if I live my animal appetite 

Have a feast in the middle of night, riddle me right 

And more righteous, must of all your might, you can't bite this 

Cause the man in your mirror is my lightness, and know that act is right 

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