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    [Intro: people whispering]
    Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
    What did y'all discover?
    Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
    It's a Superman lover...

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
    And these fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost
    Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast
    Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast
    Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back
    Turn you over like a pancake and take ya gat
    That's not damn near the half of it
    Cops came, said the Killahs ain't risk game and the flow's so accurate
    Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable
    Waste no time, breath, air on popping you
    Put you on the guest list, go dance with death
    The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left
    See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in
    You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend
    Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
    Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
    It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular
    Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular
    Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya
    This is just weed money, the more, the merrier

    [Chorus: singer]
    They call me the Superman lover
    Said, they call me the Superman lover
    Yeah, plus I'm wrong...

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    [Ghostface Killah]
    Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
    Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex
    Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
    To find my way back I gotta leave a trail of bagettes
    My tongue's like a four-pound, my game is ill
    Twist a chick like a Rubik's cube, now what's the deal?
    Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr. Excitement
    Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down License
    Never wife 'em, strike just like lightning
    I stay piping, hype just like Hype is
    Bitches wanna see me and my rindstone drawers
    Call in sick at work, then they take off
    For me, spread 'em out for Starky
    My mouth may drizzle like BizMarkie
    I get it in like any car key
    My stroke is on, I'm never rusty
    Uh-uh, but if you wanna play, this is what you gonna say
    That I got the best D, he could hit it all day
    Something like a rising star that's on Broadway
    Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay

    [Chorus]

    [Interlude: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
    Oh shit, it's that Bally, it's that slick Bally
    '88 material, little niggaz don't know nothing about this though
    Check it out y'all (look) come on (look) yeah, come on
    (Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look)
    (You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch
    Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
    Might show you the heat (look, flying straight past ya)

    [Chorus]

    [Outro: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
    Toney Starks Radio (something ain't wrong with me)
    Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
    Toney Starks Radio right here
    Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
    Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on
    Wave ya hand in the air like this
    Mami, wave ya hands in the air like this
    Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
    Put 'em up if you trying to get rich
    Uh, that's right, get rich
    Let's go, that's right, get rich
    Ghostface, Ghostface...
    Staten Island, New York, what up

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    Composición: John Jacob Watson Watson, Bank, Scott Ialacci y Reynaldo Rey

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