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Celebrities, what?)\n(Street corner) For all my niggas\nCrack spot niggas\n*Chip Banks starts to sing \"we made it\"*\nChicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches\nYo, you know what y'all...\n\nMake me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne\nTwo-five on me, weed and crack stalk me\nBitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me\nLeave him there, never know, get him off me\nI remember days when we just fucked bitches\nBought a lot of clothes and just played the ave.\nNow we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes\nand if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash\nI ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all\nEven scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all\nBut if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out\nYou gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out\nI remember on the Island, can't tone out\nThe mess hall crawler, about to zone out\nDumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\nWe just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\n\n[Chip Banks]\nSee. see. see me\nI roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and\nmake the post and from pagin, sin astasian\nWhen it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man\nWe rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'\nGot big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes\nDime bitches, told y'all before we import those\nJury stay froze, court cases get closed\nNiggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them\nLike George Jefferson and em, steppin on em\nThe headline read, \"Starks had the weapon on em\"\nThe best, what y'all expect? 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Celebrities, what?)\n[00:18.10] (Street corner) For all my niggas\n[00:22.67] Crack spot niggas\n[00:24.45] *Chip Banks starts to sing \"we made it\"*\n[00:29.02] Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches\n[00:32.60] Yo, you know what y'all...\n[00:34.45] Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne\n[00:37.11] Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me\n[00:39.97] Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me\n[00:41.71] Leave him there, never know, get him off me\n[00:44.46] I remember days when we just fucked bitches\n[00:47.18] Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave.\n[00:48.99] Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes\n[00:52.67] and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash\n[00:54.40] I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all\n[00:57.13] Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all\n[00:59.81] But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out\n[01:02.51] You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out\n[01:05.28] I remember on the Island, can't tone out\n[01:07.01] The mess hall crawler, about to zone out\n[01:09.86] Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\n[01:12.55] We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\n[01:14.36] [Chip Banks]\n[01:15.25] See. see. see me\n[01:17.08] I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and\n[01:18.82] make the post and from pagin, sin astasian\n[01:21.53] When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man\n[01:25.23] We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'\n[01:27.08] Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes\n[01:29.73] Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those\n[01:32.40] Jury stay froze, court cases get closed\n[01:35.12] Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them\n[01:37.83] Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em\n[01:40.68] The headline read, \"Starks had the weapon on em\"\n[01:43.37] The best, what y'all expect? He a vet\n[01:45.15] Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul\n[01:47.89] when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele'\n[01:50.53] [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2]\n[01:51.47] >From Riker's Island to the Camay Island\n[01:52.36] We thugs like, life is the same challenge\n[01:55.15] Do the knowledge, recognize your talent\n[01:57.83] And if you live the streets, you better stay silent\n[02:08.66] [Ghostface Killah]\n[02:10.54] Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies\n[02:14.10] Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars\n[02:15.96] Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry\n[02:19.57] Fainted when the book mentioned me\n[02:21.31] Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences\n[02:24.18] Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin\n[02:25.96] Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century\n[02:29.51] Best sellers, but niggas stay together\n[02:31.33] Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz\n[02:33.12] Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens\n[02:34.98] You program, broke bottles of Dom\n[02:36.79] Seven inch bangles, back breakers\n[02:38.69] I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength\n[02:41.39] Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes\n[02:44.02] Dennis Coles in the latest fashions\n[02:45.83] Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles\n[02:48.58] Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble\n[02:51.35] [Hell Razah]\n[02:52.24] Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole\n[02:54.00] Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero\n[02:57.69] Shatter your soul like glass windows\n[02:59.42] Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe\n[03:03.98] Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models\n[03:07.65] We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles\n[03:10.32] Livin life without you, can't count you as great men\n[03:12.11] Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in\n[03:14.82] The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in\n[03:17.59] You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan\n[03:20.37] Durags and our pants hangin\n[03:22.15] *Chip Banks starts to sing \"we made it\" again*\n[03:23.94] [Ghostface]\n[03:24.81] Uh-huh, uh-huh\n[03:25.75] That's right y'all\n[03:28.40] Street corners\n[03:31.28] Jail niggas\n[03:33.96] Riker's Island\n[03:35.78] Ge-Grey Haven\n[03:38.44] Big Un\n[03:39.38] That's right y'all\n[03:40.22] Word up\n[03:42.95] All y'all, all y'all crumbs\n[03:45.66] We made it, nigga\n[03:47.51] Step the fuck off\n[03:49.35] True indeed, true indeed\n[03:52.05] Yeah, Ready Red\n[03:54.73] That's right, my nigga Born\n[03:57.48] That's right yo\n[03:58.34] Lil' Free in the feds\n[04:00.29] That's right, you'll be home nigga\n[04:02.02] Yeah, we made it\n[04:06.54] Yeah, C Allah, word up\n[04:11.08] That's fam\n[04:11.95] Yeah, check it out\n[04:15.53] Staten Island\n[04:17.43] True indeed\n[04:21.09] Five boroughs\n[04:21.95] Check it, uh-huh\n[04:27.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: We Made It (instrumental)\n artist: Ghostface Killah\n album: CherChez LaGhost\n duration_ms: 268000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Tony Starks fights again for survival,'\n start_ms: 1860\n end_ms: 2770\n- text: and by just a thin thread of electric current\n start_ms: 2770\n end_ms: 5450\n- text: wins another victory.\"\n start_ms: 5450\n end_ms: 7260\n- text: '[Superb (Ghostface)]'\n start_ms: 7260\n end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all\n start_ms: 11700\n end_ms: 13670\n- text: (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop\n start_ms: 13670\n end_ms: 15430\n- text: (What? 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Celebrities, what?)\n(Street corner) For all my niggas\nCrack spot niggas\n*Chip Banks starts to sing \"we made it\"*\nChicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches\nYo, you know what y'all...\n\nMake me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne\nTwo-five on me, weed and crack stalk me\nBitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me\nLeave him there, never know, get him off me\nI remember days when we just fucked bitches\nBought a lot of clothes and just played the ave.\nNow we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes\nand if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash\nI ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all\nEven scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all\nBut if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out\nYou gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out\nI remember on the Island, can't tone out\nThe mess hall crawler, about to zone out\nDumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\nWe just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\n\n[Chip Banks]\nSee. see. see me\nI roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and\nmake the post and from pagin, sin astasian\nWhen it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man\nWe rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'\nGot big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes\nDime bitches, told y'all before we import those\nJury stay froze, court cases get closed\nNiggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them\nLike George Jefferson and em, steppin on em\nThe headline read, \"Starks had the weapon on em\"\nThe best, what y'all expect? 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Celebrities, what?)\n (Street corner) For all my niggas\n Crack spot niggas\n *Chip Banks starts to sing \"we made it\"*\n Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches\n Yo, you know what y'all...\n\n Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne\n Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me\n Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me\n Leave him there, never know, get him off me\n I remember days when we just fucked bitches\n Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave.\n Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes\n and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash\n I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all\n Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all\n But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out\n You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out\n I remember on the Island, can't tone out\n The mess hall crawler, about to zone out\n Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\n We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out\n\n [Chip Banks]\n See. see. see me\n I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and\n make the post and from pagin, sin astasian\n When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man\n We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'\n Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes\n Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those\n Jury stay froze, court cases get closed\n Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them\n Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em\n The headline read, \"Starks had the weapon on em\"\n The best, what y'all expect? 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