Conditioning Lyrics
| Song | Conditioning |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | Ghostface Killahs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Dennis Coles |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Danny Caiazzo |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:01.24] | You realize who I am? |
| [00:03.61] | I'm gonna break your bones into little bits |
| [00:09.03] | Yo, you could throw me in a lineup |
| [00:12.07] | Rough beard, thick knot and my shines up |
| [00:15.05] | Mediterranean bezel rocks planted like saltines |
| [00:18.01] | Worth about six hundred thousand in the Auck scene |
| [00:20.98] | I still jog in the hills of Brazil |
| [00:22.91] | Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil |
| [00:25.73] | He a prize fighter, and me, I'm a prize writer |
| [00:28.73] | Time you industry niggas recognize fire |
| [00:31.39] | Boric acid mixed with ricin |
| [00:33.68] | Don't stand under a tree 'cause my flow is lightning |
| [00:36.28] | Some say I should be prosecuted, death by lethal injection |
| [00:39.36] | Electrocuted or Malcolm X 'em |
| [00:41.65] | Or send a Chinese b1tch in the club to stretch him |
| [00:44.14] | And if that don't work, then it's on to the next one |
| [00:46.84] | Beef, we can let it cook, fried to perfection |
| [00:49.48] | Got the bulldog snub that'll cave your chest in |
| [00:52.33] | "You know what'd happen if I punched you really hard?" |
| [00:56.68] | Ayo, my moms never knew that she was nursin' a wolf |
| [00:59.81] | And I wrote this on 9/11, covered in soot |
| [01:02.42] | Spittin' tobacco out my mouth in Claiborne fatigues |
| [01:05.13] | Posted under a Brinks truck waiting to squeeze |
| [01:07.78] | Stay on point like the nose of a marlin, Spartacus brawler |
| [01:10.37] | Pressin' y'all pxssies in public, n1gga, you stallin' with |
| [01:13.04] | Nowhere to run, nigga, I'll grab your ear |
| [01:15.94] | My shootin' arm stay fresh like a bag of gear |
| [01:18.74] | Goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats |
| [01:21.23] | My b1tch pedicured up with a sick throat |
| [01:23.79] | So cold, making you stutter |
| [01:25.67] | "I-I-I c-c-can't believe Ghost is still gutter" |
| [01:28.76] | Everywhere I go, I'm polyg'ed up |
| [01:30.85] | Cohen optical frames of Breitling, dipped with a crisp cut |
| [01:34.04] | See me on a Jackson 5 cover next to Randy |
| [01:37.10] | They had black 'fros, mine was sandy |
| [01:39.49] | Buckwheat Jackson |
| [01:41.67] | "You gonna fight or not?" |
| [01:46.53] | "Get off." |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dennis Coles |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Danny Caiazzo |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:01.24] | You realize who I am? |
| [00:03.61] | I' m gonna break your bones into little bits |
| [00:09.03] | Yo, you could throw me in a lineup |
| [00:12.07] | Rough beard, thick knot and my shines up |
| [00:15.05] | Mediterranean bezel rocks planted like saltines |
| [00:18.01] | Worth about six hundred thousand in the Auck scene |
| [00:20.98] | I still jog in the hills of Brazil |
| [00:22.91] | Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil |
| [00:25.73] | He a prize fighter, and me, I' m a prize writer |
| [00:28.73] | Time you industry niggas recognize fire |
| [00:31.39] | Boric acid mixed with ricin |
| [00:33.68] | Don' t stand under a tree ' cause my flow is lightning |
| [00:36.28] | Some say I should be prosecuted, death by lethal injection |
| [00:39.36] | Electrocuted or Malcolm X ' em |
| [00:41.65] | Or send a Chinese b1tch in the club to stretch him |
| [00:44.14] | And if that don' t work, then it' s on to the next one |
| [00:46.84] | Beef, we can let it cook, fried to perfection |
| [00:49.48] | Got the bulldog snub that' ll cave your chest in |
| [00:52.33] | " You know what' d happen if I punched you really hard?" |
| [00:56.68] | Ayo, my moms never knew that she was nursin' a wolf |
| [00:59.81] | And I wrote this on 9 11, covered in soot |
| [01:02.42] | Spittin' tobacco out my mouth in Claiborne fatigues |
| [01:05.13] | Posted under a Brinks truck waiting to squeeze |
| [01:07.78] | Stay on point like the nose of a marlin, Spartacus brawler |
| [01:10.37] | Pressin' y' all pxssies in public, n1gga, you stallin' with |
| [01:13.04] | Nowhere to run, nigga, I' ll grab your ear |
| [01:15.94] | My shootin' arm stay fresh like a bag of gear |
| [01:18.74] | Goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats |
| [01:21.23] | My b1tch pedicured up with a sick throat |
| [01:23.79] | So cold, making you stutter |
| [01:25.67] | " III cccan' t believe Ghost is still gutter" |
| [01:28.76] | Everywhere I go, I' m polyg' ed up |
| [01:30.85] | Cohen optical frames of Breitling, dipped with a crisp cut |
| [01:34.04] | See me on a Jackson 5 cover next to Randy |
| [01:37.10] | They had black ' fros, mine was sandy |
| [01:39.49] | Buckwheat Jackson |
| [01:41.67] | " You gonna fight or not?" |
| [01:46.53] | " Get off." |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dennis Coles |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Danny Caiazzo |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:01.24] | You realize who I am? |
| [00:03.61] | I' m gonna break your bones into little bits |
| [00:09.03] | Yo, you could throw me in a lineup |
| [00:12.07] | Rough beard, thick knot and my shines up |
| [00:15.05] | Mediterranean bezel rocks planted like saltines |
| [00:18.01] | Worth about six hundred thousand in the Auck scene |
| [00:20.98] | I still jog in the hills of Brazil |
| [00:22.91] | Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil |
| [00:25.73] | He a prize fighter, and me, I' m a prize writer |
| [00:28.73] | Time you industry niggas recognize fire |
| [00:31.39] | Boric acid mixed with ricin |
| [00:33.68] | Don' t stand under a tree ' cause my flow is lightning |
| [00:36.28] | Some say I should be prosecuted, death by lethal injection |
| [00:39.36] | Electrocuted or Malcolm X ' em |
| [00:41.65] | Or send a Chinese b1tch in the club to stretch him |
| [00:44.14] | And if that don' t work, then it' s on to the next one |
| [00:46.84] | Beef, we can let it cook, fried to perfection |
| [00:49.48] | Got the bulldog snub that' ll cave your chest in |
| [00:52.33] | " You know what' d happen if I punched you really hard?" |
| [00:56.68] | Ayo, my moms never knew that she was nursin' a wolf |
| [00:59.81] | And I wrote this on 9 11, covered in soot |
| [01:02.42] | Spittin' tobacco out my mouth in Claiborne fatigues |
| [01:05.13] | Posted under a Brinks truck waiting to squeeze |
| [01:07.78] | Stay on point like the nose of a marlin, Spartacus brawler |
| [01:10.37] | Pressin' y' all pxssies in public, n1gga, you stallin' with |
| [01:13.04] | Nowhere to run, nigga, I' ll grab your ear |
| [01:15.94] | My shootin' arm stay fresh like a bag of gear |
| [01:18.74] | Goose coats, yachts, diving off of big boats |
| [01:21.23] | My b1tch pedicured up with a sick throat |
| [01:23.79] | So cold, making you stutter |
| [01:25.67] | " III cccan' t believe Ghost is still gutter" |
| [01:28.76] | Everywhere I go, I' m polyg' ed up |
| [01:30.85] | Cohen optical frames of Breitling, dipped with a crisp cut |
| [01:34.04] | See me on a Jackson 5 cover next to Randy |
| [01:37.10] | They had black ' fros, mine was sandy |
| [01:39.49] | Buckwheat Jackson |
| [01:41.67] | " You gonna fight or not?" |
| [01:46.53] | " Get off." |
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