Street Opera
Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Sun God get 'em
Introducing Sun God as the rapper and shifting the focus onto him

I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs
I avoid trouble and confrontations, sorry for any inconvenience

That's why lead the call, they moving up on us
I take charge and warn my crew of any threats or danger

But them G's on the corners, move when I move
The gangsters on the street corners follow my lead and obey my commands

That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment
Consider this a threat, or else my henchmen will violently retaliate

Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us
Don't underestimate us and attempt to sneak or attack us

They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order
We will inflict serious harm and you will be severely injured

Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters
Don't engage in conflict if there's no profit or gain from it

'cause pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water
Injury leads to medical expenses and lost income, and you'll struggle to stay afloat financially

I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I sell drugs near the border and make a living from it

I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta
I value my life and live it fully, because I'm responsible for my own choices

You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter
You're foolish and likely have a family history of mental illness

That really love me, for the **** that I taught her
Your daughter respects me for the lessons I've taught her, despite your shortcomings

Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm associated with famous celebrities and my father is a respected leader

I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in
I'm a skilled rapper, able to deliver powerful lines and physically harm my enemies

Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame
Me and my crew members have secret knowledge and forgive your lady

I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons
I'm inexperienced, but stay true to my beliefs and principles

Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake
Imagining myself taking drugs and being chased by the police

And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate
The sound of cutting and using drugs is persistent and overwhelming

And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans
Drug users are physically unfit and have drugs on them at all times

We chew through it, like we coming down off ****
We quickly consume and use up the drugs like addicts in withdrawal

And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas
My parole officer is half black and half French, and I relocated from Philadelphia to Dallas

With true talent, like my name is T.O.
I have genuine abilities, like professional football player Terrell Owens

So when I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles
I have to be cautious when I smoke, knowing my parole officer tests me and I hide drug paraphernalia

'cause if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go
If I fail a drug test, I won't accept the consequences and will retaliate

Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood
Your public housing facility is dirty and covered in dried blood stains

Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground
Janitors cleaning the floors with brushes and using a lot of effort

Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many
I was a parent with difficulty, taking care of babies and losing lighters often

Horses to water, just to see if they like it
Tried to persuade many people to do things, just to see if they would enjoy it

Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
Try my version of ready-made crack cocaine, bet it will get you excited

News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down
Breaking news, my friend shot and killed a police officer

Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop clowns
Any of you who want to fight, I will end it quickly

I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?
I have a powerful firearm, isn't that impressive?

Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
Hey Sun God, what's up? How's it going?

I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger
I'm smoothing out the situation and getting ready for danger

Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless
I have the best gun and it's clean and shiny

Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers
Your friends aren't having sex with those women, they're just playing around

Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in
My aim is deadly and I can quickly kill my targets

I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face in
I am very angry and close to snapping, ready to beat someone up

I bet you now, them mutha**** really start complaining
I'm certain those people will start whining and begging for mercy

No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining
I act without hesitation and my reputation will intimidate and control them

We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading
We are aggressive and determined, just like drug enforcement agents

I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming
I obtained the necessary paperwork to legally own and use my firearms

It's all entertainment and all my **** made it
I view it all as entertainment and everything I've done had some level of success

We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden
We are tough and resilient, like the music groups Wu-Tang Clan and Iron Maiden

I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt
I smoke drugs continuously, and it hurts my hands from holding the blunt or pipe

Like a **** when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing
It feels so good, like when someone's hair is being styled

We ran **** for hours, up in the Days Inn
We used drugs and were up all night in a budget motel chain

Hood rats and **** motels, we seen baking
We've seen a lot of sketchy people and illegal activities there