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ghostface killah – yupp! lyrics

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[intro]
dispatch from engine eight
engine eight go ahead sir
i have information there may be at least five patients
dispatch from engine eight we’re on the scene, we do have a
in reports of all the victims and an active shooter engine eight is gonna establish a sentry command

[chorus: ghostface k!llah]
yup – who the f+ck you n+ggas think you’re playing with
yup – give you 33, like i’m mason
yup – hogtie him up in the bas+m+nt
mask on you don’t even know who you facing
yup – cheerlеaders i will k!ll your mascot
yup – you be d+ck+riding the man likе a black cop
yup – get your casket closed like a laptop
and you ain’t gotta be a b+tch to get your ass shot
yup

[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
ay yo staten island gangsters love to get money
you broke n+ggas (look over your shoulder, honey)
you don’t even wave it, n+ggas will stop playing
your big homie p+ssy i’m waiting to sauté him
season ’em, that’s the only way i’ll obey him
fry this n+gga, the switch blade’ll fillet him
n+ggas will rob you and take your pharmaceuticals
gon’ be a lot of slow singing at your funeral
didn’t i tell you, savages in the night (yup)
and you don’t even know it’s on sight (yup)
catch you sleeping, run up on you at the light (wake up)
i don’t know it was this easy to fly a kite
[chorus: ghostface k!llah & remy ma]
yup – who the f+ck you n+ggas think you’re playing with
yup – give you 33, like i’m mason
yup – hogtie him up in the bas+m+nt
mask on you don’t even know who you facing
yup – cheerleaders i will k!ll your mascot
yup – you be d+ck+riding the man like a black cop
get your casket closed like a laptop (ay yo kakes what’s up)
and you ain’t gotta be a b+tch to get your ass shot
yup

[verse 2: remy ma]
y’all know how i give it up
i’m really that b+tch, y’all just little mutts
it’s big remy a big dog, you a little pub
i’m practically a virgin cause i ain’t never gave a f+ck
word to the frankstein all you little b+tches suck
i still carry a boxcutter, somebody getting cut
and i know how to fight but all y’all b+tches getting jumped
ain’t no fair ones, i spend what you spent on
rent to get my hair done
let’s get something clear, hun
if i give the okay’s ak’s will spray the sh+t
i be thinkin’ i’m a punch her in the face and pay the b+tch, yup
who y’all b+tches think y’all playin’ with, y’all out here eating ass
and you wonder why i spazz when y’all be saying sh+t
[chorus: ghostface k!llah]
yup – who the f+ck you n+ggas think you’re playing with
yup – give you 33, like i’m mason
yup – hogtie him up in the bas+m+nt
mask on you don’t even know who you facing
yup – cheerleaders i will k!ll your mascot
yup – you be d+ck+riding the man like a black cop
yup – get your casket closed like a laptop
and you ain’t gotta be a b+tch to get your ass shot
yup



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