Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 97 Mentality , by - Ghostface Killah. Song from the album Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп97 Mentality |
| Yo! |
| It’s the burial ground sound, Dunn! |
| It’s real out here |
| Staten Island puttin chills in y’all niggas |
| Forever in it. |
| yo |
| My devastating hot '97 mentality |
| Keep me on point for my four-digit salary |
| Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie |
| I’m soon to be seen on the TV screen |
| Gambino Cappaccino to the Afro Sheen |
| Stay black, where I’m at, high road to rap council |
| Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil |
| Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin |
| Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission |
| Rap’s under siege, held tight like a squeeze |
| Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze |
| Doing damage to the wannabe Flip Mode and Def Squad |
| Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage |
| If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers |
| Not word of mouth, or song, real wigs might peel |
| Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage |
| Twenty-four diamond government named God |
| Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill |
| Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin lard |
| Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down |
| AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound |
| Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun |
| Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground |
| Realizin food for thought is self-compromising |
| Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin |
| Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin |
| Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a four-wheel |
| Instead of catchin bodies, niggas not keepin it real |
| I dirt bomb niggas that steal cake from stores |
| That’s my type of niggas I be wanting on my tours |
| Can’t help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne |
| Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan |
| Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand |
| Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin |
| Defy interactive project Children of the Corn |
| Gats on my man keep em bustin till ya gone |
| Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn |
| Donna come through everyday my uniform |
| Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches |
| Crackhead niggas get stitches |
| So what up with that kid, danger when I attack, kid |
| Watch how the slang hits you just like a bat, kid |
| Form another pyramid, look how we slid |
| All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic |
| On a twenty dollar bill all in it together |
| You can’t fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? |
| To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard |
| Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard |
| Father-U the C-Cipher, start the revolution |
| Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution |
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