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"Burner To Burner"

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, baby
You  know what it is, Yap City (All day)
sh*t make you wanna smack somethin' off top
Word up, check it
Yeah,  y'all n*ggas is goin' to hell, yo

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
I  pledge allegiance to crime, right hand on the burner
Death to all cornball n*ggas who wanna turn up
I  call it gettin' it in, you call it animosity
Listen, you could never match my velocity
Too much stamina, glitter in front of cameras
On the red carpet, still clean your clock like a janitor
Favorite  Pac joint was "I Ain't Mad at Cha"
Skinny jean faggot, you ain't man enough
You ain't got the heart to snuff plus cut, stab, or bust
We wrestle down elephants, two hundred grand per tusk
The ball spinnin', spillin' Spades on Asian women
Love them pretty black joints, lil' Malaysian in 'em
Ghost got a gambling habit, I burn bookies
Smack so many promoters out here, they scared to book me

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Scared to book n*ggas, your highness
Diamonds on the Yankee sign, dirt on the camo
Six stones floodin' the left hand like Thanos
While you sambos dance to Bo Jangles
I'm verified, toasting on boats with hoes, damsels
Yeah, son, I'm loving the hate
Why I keep a knife on me, so I'm sure to get a cut of the cake
Now my name hold double the weight
That's an actual fact, a million plus motherf*ckers relate, yeah
I'm on them heavy bags like Deontay
And I'm wild caught, y'all n*ggas farm-raised
For 50 Cent, I went to war with many men
Then slapped them with the jacket like Benny Hinn
I'm hittin' that jet fuel, you're new in the game, lame
You'll never use Deck for a step stool

[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
They don't wanna hear that sh*t, they want Dorothy
Fire comin' out of my mouth, that's an arsony
I'm so hood, tossed the nine when I left it
Rubber bands wrapped around my thoughts the more I stretch it
When it come back, I pop that sucker sh*t
I smoke blunts and I spit on that rhetoric
Original ties in, SI gutter
Let's get it right, f*ck you and your brother
My raps in the back of your head like two mufflers
So pull your dress up, your ass ain't tough enough
n*ggas cuddle up with the wife, they can't come out
I be at the club all night, I might dumb out
You f*ck around with big dawgs, ain't no bark here
f*ck you and your friends, n*gga, you can't park here

My sword indeed make more n*ggas bleed
Leave it to the specialists, we mean business
Come and get some, you want none
I hit it Wu-Tang style, caught up in the mix
(Wu-Tang style, caught up in the mix)

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