Dennis Coles (born May 9, 1970), better known by his stage name Ghostface K… Read Full Bio ↴Dennis Coles (born May 9, 1970), better known by his stage name Ghostface Killah, is an American rapper and member of the Wu-Tang Clan. After the group achieved breakthrough success with their 1993 debut, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) , the members went on to pursue solo careers to varying levels of success. Ghostface Killah debuted his solo-career in 1996 with Ironman, which was well received by music critics. He would continue his career, creating additional award-winning albums over the following years such as Supreme Clientele, Fishscale, More Fish, and The Big Doe Rehab.
Ghostface Killah is critically acclaimed for his loud, fast-paced flow, and his stream-of-consciousness narratives containing cryptic slang and non-sequiturs.
Ghostface Killah was raised in the Stapleton housing projects in Staten Island, New York. In his autobiographical song "All That I Got Is You", Ghost tells the story of his childhood. He raps about how he grew up in a three bedroom apartment without his father, who left him at the age of six. Apparently, his mother had nine children.
His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing.
He was also a close friend of the three founding members of Wu-tang clan
Ghostface Killah is critically acclaimed for his loud, fast-paced flow, and his stream-of-consciousness narratives containing cryptic slang and non-sequiturs.
Ghostface Killah was raised in the Stapleton housing projects in Staten Island, New York. In his autobiographical song "All That I Got Is You", Ghost tells the story of his childhood. He raps about how he grew up in a three bedroom apartment without his father, who left him at the age of six. Apparently, his mother had nine children.
His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing.
He was also a close friend of the three founding members of Wu-tang clan
Pistol Smoke
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
Yo, yeah
You can get clapped in the deadly hall
Where the killers skate off in the clean G Wagen, all gray
Chain swingin', the god-gods was tried for 'meanors
Gucci, last thing they seen hittin' the cement
The fuck y'all standing around for?
Watch my reels, I make scripts off strips like, "Hold on, strip"
I don't care what he say, how many guns he got
Just ask your mans about my flicks
Movies, gruesome, bombs, we boofed it
Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true shit
A click, two sticks, it'll cost you, baby
That's two pin joints if I lost you, baby
Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar
Tie hands together with the aux, go scar for scar
Go 'head and act up, injuries gon' add up
Walkin' out the ER like a mummy, all wrapped up
Come on board, shooters, we hirin'
Scarface bald head niggas, we admire them
Rumor has it a lot of frauds got flaws on 'em
See a lot of Madea in niggas, wrong drawers on 'em
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (brr)
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
I held 'em up like a pair of crutches
Had 'em all in a jam like I ran with Smuckers
Cops, sirens, paparazzis over hot bodies
Headshots in the Maserati
Don't wrap that nigga, no Polo sheets
Keep it discrete, I told that nigga he'd be dead in a week
His bitch told me where he rest, where he keep his cheese
He got a stashbox in the wheel in both his V's
I got forty-seven cocaine connects out in Monaco
Top of the line, these coke chefs made the honor roll
And that's the reason I don't fuck with faggots
Twenty-one guns that go savage
Seventy nuns that tote smoke in the old baggage
Whatever I see, I grab it
You get the message like it's all in a tablet
You straight bitch like Tiff Haddish
Hustle grands like Tip Harris
The whole hood drop like a miscarriage
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (brr)
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
You can get clapped in the deadly hall
Where the killers skate off in the clean G Wagen, all gray
Chain swingin', the god-gods was tried for 'meanors
Gucci, last thing they seen hittin' the cement
The fuck y'all standing around for?
Watch my reels, I make scripts off strips like, "Hold on, strip"
I don't care what he say, how many guns he got
Just ask your mans about my flicks
Rikers Island, that phone got bodies on it, true shit
A click, two sticks, it'll cost you, baby
That's two pin joints if I lost you, baby
Yeah, I'm back, we can go bar for bar
Tie hands together with the aux, go scar for scar
Go 'head and act up, injuries gon' add up
Walkin' out the ER like a mummy, all wrapped up
Come on board, shooters, we hirin'
Scarface bald head niggas, we admire them
Rumor has it a lot of frauds got flaws on 'em
See a lot of Madea in niggas, wrong drawers on 'em
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (brr)
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
I held 'em up like a pair of crutches
Had 'em all in a jam like I ran with Smuckers
Cops, sirens, paparazzis over hot bodies
Headshots in the Maserati
Don't wrap that nigga, no Polo sheets
Keep it discrete, I told that nigga he'd be dead in a week
His bitch told me where he rest, where he keep his cheese
He got a stashbox in the wheel in both his V's
I got forty-seven cocaine connects out in Monaco
Top of the line, these coke chefs made the honor roll
And that's the reason I don't fuck with faggots
Twenty-one guns that go savage
Seventy nuns that tote smoke in the old baggage
Whatever I see, I grab it
You get the message like it's all in a tablet
You straight bitch like Tiff Haddish
Hustle grands like Tip Harris
The whole hood drop like a miscarriage
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
Many legs I broke (right), many necks I choked (right)
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke (brr)
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked, I let the pistol smoke
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Danny Caiazzo, Dennis Coles, Walbert Dale
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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I REPEAT...Ghost ALWAYS stays true to the art form. If he ain't on your GOAT list, I don't wanna know you or that list.
Sweetpea
WUNAVERSE
FELLPEEPZ OFFICIAL
I approve this message!
CERG LABS
Truth!
Thomas Tournavitis
indeed
Ayatollah Khomeini
WORD LYFE
XiliesFwnes Official
Gfk still one of the best who did it!Big up to his whole crew Theodore Unit Solomon Child Shawn Wigs etc.
C75 Live
@Lil Benz like the way you hid that in the replies pussy
HP
Still destroying the game 🔥🔥
Michael Dombay
My dude!! this a str8 classic this better have a million views by morning. 🔥