Lyrics Train Trussle - Ghostface Killah, Scotty Wotty, U-God

Train Trussle - Ghostface Killah, Scotty Wotty, U-God
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Train Trussle, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Dopium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English

Train Trussle

I’m the best ever, I’m the most brutal and vicious
And most ruthless champion there’s ever been
There’s no one can stop me, there’s never been nobody who could ---
I’m Sonny Liston, I’m Jack Dempsey, there’s no one like me
I’m from their cloth, there’s no one who can match me
Praise be to Allah!
Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay
Come packing like two machetes, one ratchet
Two clubs and a mask, jumping out a green rover
Niggas balling me down, that’s when I reached over
Figured they ain’t got no manners, young boys round here
They don’t know my status
See niggas looking for a full time jack move
But they don’t know, that these blades here crack dudes
Give it to them quick, something like fast food
Take a nigga gun like, you gon' blast who?
Cinderella girl, fronting in them glass shoes
Homo thug, bitch ass nigga, I smash you
You mad, 'cause you rocking a shit bag, smelling like piss
When it popped, ya click ran, you fucking with powerful men
Come value your business, it ain’t all gravy
You pussy niggas, you’se the Avon lady, fuck you
We scuffle, raps and cracks, it’s a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
(We tussle, raps and cracks, it’s a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled)
Yo, I hit 'em up with the snubs, puff the bigger buds
So sinister, a John Dillinger, yeah, I’ve been a thug
Fire all cylinders, swing with gritty love
Smooth talk, watch a moonwalk up in the club
I’m like Michael Jackson without the glitter glove
Go get it for sure, that’s right, a jitterbug
A minister of death, came back to finish ya
At the tip of the missile, a fish, you been a scud
That’s right, it’s in my blood, damn, what’s in them drugs
They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor
Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall
Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw
If I sell out, yo, I’m copping some more
Get the hell out, or I’m popping the four
Shell pour out, big boxes of bullets
Your snotbox is bust, when I cock to the fullest
We scuffle, raps and cracks, it’s a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
(We tussle, raps and cracks, it’s a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled)
Consider me pissed off
Them swiners better throw in they hog trough
'Fore I blast the hot shot of Smirnoff
Rhymes contrast to an airplane crash
I precede the aftermath of an acid bath
Take a leap from the Hyatt, and walk home bloody from a riot
And still stay chubby on a diet
Chicken in Michigan, get ya head crushed with a Michelin
It’s obvious, the God ain’t settling
Reputation and ego, buried in ghetto cathedrals
Blow the Ruger, brothers wanna through rubbles
Rock fight avalanches and ambushing
Contaminated bitches, dirty dishes and dope pushes
I dreamt plus I get a rush from a toilet flush
It wasn’t us, it was Paul and his brother
Uncle and four cousins, they had to die like the Dirty Dozen
I guzzle punks like 22's
Embezzle words and verbs, and interval avenues
It’s important to be caution, click of this magnitude is remorseless
We eat the fucking cake without the frosting
Contents contained, shackles his splattered brain
Ever since Killah Priest was ordained
I’m bringing back the revelry, I had with Beverly
And half of you corn niggas is greener than celery
Fuck outta here
We scuffle, raps and cracks, it’s a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
(We tussle, raps and cracks, it’s a known hood hustle
Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled)
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And I’m just ferocious, I want your heart
Praise be to Allah!

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