Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kunta Fly Shit, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 19.04.2004
Song language: English
Kunta Fly Shit |
| Yo Lord did you peep that |
| That nigga pussy, that’s why I’m gon' eat that |
| Live and direct, five Tec’s, med hat |
| Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga coz he UFO |
| Patiently press upon him |
| Ask him, «who you know? |
| where you from? |
| What’s up Duke?» |
| Watch how you pop ya gum |
| Empty ya pockets’fore the cops come |
| When I bus take off past the light that ass better Run |
| An' don’t look back (no), hide if you have to |
| Dollar vans, just Run into boats if he have to |
| Even got a .38, don’t give me no hastle |
| When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew’s |
| Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice |
| So Run little doggy, wolves is comin' |
| Tell him London, he get done in |
| Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion |