Ghostface Killah Feat. Kid Capri Supa GFK lyrics

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's Ghost, no it's Ghost
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's Ghost, no it's Ghost
It's a Superman, yeah, yeah, yeah

Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
And these fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost
Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast
Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast

Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back
Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat
That's not damn near the half of it
Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game and the flow's so accurate

Anything's possible, black, you made profitable
Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left

See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in
You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend
Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen

It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular
Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular
Don't get it twisted, black, 'cuz I'll bury ya
This is just weed money, the more, the merrier

They call me the Superman lover, yeah
They, they call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm wrong

Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex
Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
To find my way back I gotta leave a trail of baguettes

My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill
Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube, now what's the deal?
Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr. Excitement
Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down License

Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning
I stay piping, hype just like Hype is

Bitches wanna see me and my rind stone drawers
Call in sick at work, then they take off

For me, spread 'em out for me Starky
My mouth may drizzle like BizMarkie
I get it in like any car key
My stroke is on, I'm never rusty

Oh oh, but if you wanna play, this is what you gonna say
That I got the best D, he could hit it all day
Something like a rising star that's on Broadway
Sex real live with a illmatic foreplay

They call me the Superman lover, yeah
They call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm wrong

Oh shit, it's that Bally, it's that slick Bally
'88 material, little niggaz don't know nothing about this though
Check it out y'all come on, look, yeah, look yeah, come on
Up in the sky

When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car, look
You'll see me flying by, ya see the jewelry truck, don't touch
Yeah, come on, yeah, when I'm in the streets
Might show you the heat, look, flying straight past ya

They call me the Superman lover
They call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm wrong
Oh, something's wrong with me

Toney Starks Radio
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Wave ya hand in the air like this,
[Incomprehensible] hands in the air like this

Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
Uh, that's right, get rich, let's go, that's right, get rich
Ghostface, Ghostface
Staten Island, New York, what up?