Ghostface Killah – One lyrics

[intro: ghostface, (big trife)]
Yo, yeah {"new ghostface!"}
Yeah, to glorious days {"one"}
Yeah god, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all {"one"}
(fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"}
All praises due to T. M. F., wu-tang clan
Scream on it, ghost

[ghostface]
Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {"one"}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}
Talkin bout, "dear ghost, you the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"}
Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"}
Dru hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"}
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
When the narc's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"}
You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {"one"}
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
Branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude {"one"}
Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}
Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}

[t. M. F. - both]
To my real bitches take your draws off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her ghost said, "take your clothes off!" {"one"}

[ghostface]
Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and grow up {"one"}

Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {"one"}
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {"one"}
Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {"one"}
Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {"one"}
Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack at this {"one"}
Dickin down oprah, jump rope, david think he's rasta
Black man, dc hit to mocha {"one"}
Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Pastor troy layin for travolta {"one"}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}

Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and grow up {"one"}

[outro: ghostface, (trey-mack), ]
Eh yo, wu-tang clan, T. M. F. In the motherfuckin joint
We all connect as {"one"}
(aw shit, baby) straight up and down y'all
(staple-town, y'all) yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"}
(ah-hah, knowi'msayin? Trey-mack, what?)
How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}
Haha, straight up and down
{"one"}
(how many shots?) {"one"}
{"one"}
(that's it) word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"}
(yo, yo, yo) {"one"}
(aw shit, haha) {"one"}
{"one"}