Testo Walk Around - Ghostface Killah

Testo della canzone Walk Around (Ghostface Killah), tratta dall'album GhostDeini The Great (Bonus Tracks)

It was him, the corner store and the buttered roll
The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes
One to the face, he fell sideways
I was up close, some part of his nose was stuck to my padres
Standing over him shaking, kid screaming, he slapped my girl
That's the reason why I was fiending to lean him
Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit
My word, at least forty seconds I stood there stiff
I pound him with the gun out, big then came open my hand
Removed the gun and the six we spun out
He floored it past 90 on the BQE
I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats
I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock
About now they should be yellow taping the block and raiding my spot
So yo I'm feeling a little bugged out, insane, I lost my mind
People telling me, "Ghost, you acting mad strange"
Flashbacks of me blowing his brains out
All I remember, my shirt, I couldn't get them goddamn stains out
OxiClean's weak round the chest area, right hand side
I'm plucking off little pieces of me
And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee
But I said no, I got these two snow bunnies in Venice Beach
On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York
Round my man Killa where all the murderers walk
Manhunt, police searches, SWAT ran in my crib
Battling Rams, early morning, y'all waking my kids
Now my aunt gotta stay with my wiz
She paranoid having anxiety attacks cause of these pigs
Plus my connect, they going crazy, they trying to slay me
I told them Friday I'll have they money, faggots trying to play me
I never eat up out a garbage can, I Larry Davis a cop
And if I make it alive, it was the Father's plan
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't going nowhere, I'm aight
I'm aight, but I know one thing, if anybody touch me
I'm blowing they head smooth off, cops, connects, I don't give a fuck
You know what I mean, they gon' feel the eagle
They gon' feel that Desert, they gon' feel that Bulldog
You know what I mean, I don't give a fuck
Don't put me in no mental clinics, ain't nothing
You know what I mean, if I make it out alive, I'll make it out alive
If not, fuck it
I ain't, I ain't, yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's too hot
Nigga thinking I'm bugging out, I ain't bugging, I ain't bugging
Y'all niggas'll bug out too, if y'all have somebody flesh on you
Motherfucker, fuck y'all niggas, I ain't going crazy
Sleeping on couches and shit, I'm
Going back outside, fuck y'all niggas



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Writer(s): Mack Rice, Denise La Salle
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