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"Street Opera" is a track by Ghostface Killah, from the album GhostDeini the Great, released 12th December 2006. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Sun God] Sun God Get 'em, official [Verse 1: Sun God] I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs Squad leader call, they moving up on us But them g's on the corners, move when I move That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons pull a gun on em Think it's weak and trying to creep or run up on us Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters Cuz change is money, you float funny when you surf in the water I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, cuz it's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter That really love me, for the shit that I taught her Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in Usher got the universe Confession, pardon your dame I'm new to the game, but true to my lesson [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Jeans, hoods, guns, crack [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate Intruders is strapped with rugers with daggers in they jeans We too zooted like we comin down off woolers And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas With true talent, like my name is T.O So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know i keep them Visine bottles Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go The project steps is ajaxed down Dried blood maintenance men with the scrub brush Scrapin the ground Diapers baby rattles and broke lighters I led many horses to water just to see if they like it Taste my Betty Crock, ready rock, bet he cop now News flash my nigga rotten L laid a cop down Any of ya'll niggas want beef I will stop clowns I got a bat, ox, fifth, now how the Glock sound? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Jeans, hoods, guns, crack [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah & Sun God] Ayo what up SG? Ayo, what's poppin' my nigga? I'm just oilin' the toolies Excercisin' my trigger finger I got the biggest bangers Yeah, I got a crispy stainless Your mans ain't fuckin' those hoes They just a bunch of gators Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in I'm so close to the edge pushin' they fuckin' face in I bet you now them motherfuckers really stop complainin' No hesitation, my reputation will leave 'em chainless We go hard like the narcs when we start invadin' I cop the license and registration and cock and aim it It's all entertainment and all my niggas made it We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden I keep the iron blazin', hands hurt like a bitch when she puttin' braids in I think it's so amazing We ran trains for hours up in the Days Inn Hoodrats in crack motels receive nathan [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Jeans, hoods, guns, crack [Outro: Ghostface Killah] *Sounds of crunching and eating* Yeah, good...
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