Marvel Lyrics
| Song | Marvel |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | Ironman |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [ghf] yeah | |
| [rza] word... these bitches be buggin god | |
| Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin | |
| [ghf] yeah, check it out y'all one two | |
| We back up in this joint! what? | |
| Check the fly shit... yeah | |
| Don't black out on me | |
| Verse one: ghostface | |
| Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout | |
| Al deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout | |
| Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim | |
| Mentally stripped em one god turned christian | |
| She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress | |
| Skin like cleopatra's, the leading actress | |
| She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at miss thing | |
| With a ponytail kept a jar of vasoline | |
| She's a big girl now, with a body that growl | |
| Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds | |
| Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad | |
| Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor | |
| Little kids daydream of humping wildflower | |
| Hanna barbera faint i'm riding no rivera | |
| Verse two: rza | |
| Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips | |
| Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing | |
| Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats | |
| Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo | |
| The heat is on, never too black or too strong | |
| In one hour wu-tang clan is about to perform | |
| Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades | |
| The arena now present, de event of the decade | |
| Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves | |
| Extensions, nails friday, just got paid | |
| Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family | |
| That shines godly light | |
| Upon this hip-hop artform, yo dunn | |
| We can't be measured by no chart, the god brung | |
| Never bust premature for sure | |
| You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch | |
| Deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration | |
| Causes stomach inflation | |
| Patiently waiting nine months for deportation | |
| Of the earth from the moon, black woman stay in tune | |
| Yo god, let me pour y'all the science about the womb | |
| It's a black hole for those who lose control | |
| Fertile soil before you are wise | |
| And spoiled many men and took many lives | |
| And all you brothers changed sides | |
| Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside |
| ghf yeah | |
| rza word... these bitches be buggin god | |
| Reason why ain' t got nuttin to do with nuttin | |
| ghf yeah, check it out y' all one two | |
| We back up in this joint! what? | |
| Check the fly shit... yeah | |
| Don' t black out on me | |
| Verse one: ghostface | |
| Yo, black man watch out, she saltwater trout | |
| Al deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout | |
| Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim | |
| Mentally stripped em one god turned christian | |
| She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress | |
| Skin like cleopatra' s, the leading actress | |
| She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at miss thing | |
| With a ponytail kept a jar of vasoline | |
| She' s a big girl now, with a body that growl | |
| Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds | |
| Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad | |
| Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor | |
| Little kids daydream of humping wildflower | |
| Hanna barbera faint i' m riding no rivera | |
| Verse two: rza | |
| Fatass whips big asses, colorful lips | |
| Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing | |
| Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats | |
| Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo | |
| The heat is on, never too black or too strong | |
| In one hour wutang clan is about to perform | |
| Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades | |
| The arena now present, de event of the decade | |
| Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves | |
| Extensions, nails friday, just got paid | |
| Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family | |
| That shines godly light | |
| Upon this hiphop artform, yo dunn | |
| We can' t be measured by no chart, the god brung | |
| Never bust premature for sure | |
| You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch | |
| Deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration | |
| Causes stomach inflation | |
| Patiently waiting nine months for deportation | |
| Of the earth from the moon, black woman stay in tune | |
| Yo god, let me pour y' all the science about the womb | |
| It' s a black hole for those who lose control | |
| Fertile soil before you are wise | |
| And spoiled many men and took many lives | |
| And all you brothers changed sides | |
| Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside |
| ghf yeah | |
| rza word... these bitches be buggin god | |
| Reason why ain' t got nuttin to do with nuttin | |
| ghf yeah, check it out y' all one two | |
| We back up in this joint! what? | |
| Check the fly shit... yeah | |
| Don' t black out on me | |
| Verse one: ghostface | |
| Yo, black man watch out, she saltwater trout | |
| Al deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout | |
| Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim | |
| Mentally stripped em one god turned christian | |
| She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress | |
| Skin like cleopatra' s, the leading actress | |
| She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at miss thing | |
| With a ponytail kept a jar of vasoline | |
| She' s a big girl now, with a body that growl | |
| Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds | |
| Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad | |
| Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor | |
| Little kids daydream of humping wildflower | |
| Hanna barbera faint i' m riding no rivera | |
| Verse two: rza | |
| Fatass whips big asses, colorful lips | |
| Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing | |
| Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats | |
| Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo | |
| The heat is on, never too black or too strong | |
| In one hour wutang clan is about to perform | |
| Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades | |
| The arena now present, de event of the decade | |
| Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves | |
| Extensions, nails friday, just got paid | |
| Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family | |
| That shines godly light | |
| Upon this hiphop artform, yo dunn | |
| We can' t be measured by no chart, the god brung | |
| Never bust premature for sure | |
| You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch | |
| Deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration | |
| Causes stomach inflation | |
| Patiently waiting nine months for deportation | |
| Of the earth from the moon, black woman stay in tune | |
| Yo god, let me pour y' all the science about the womb | |
| It' s a black hole for those who lose control | |
| Fertile soil before you are wise | |
| And spoiled many men and took many lives | |
| And all you brothers changed sides | |
| Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside |
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