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Ghostface Killah & Tekitha - Bulletproof Wallets - Walking Through the Darkness
Bulletproof Wallets
01. Intro
02. Maxine
03. Flowers
04. Never Be the Same Again
05. Teddy (skit)
06. Theodore
07. Ghost Showers
08. Strawberry
09. The Forest
10. The Juks
11. Walking Through the Darkness
12. Jealousy (skit)
13. The Hilton
14. Ice (interlude)
15. Love Session
16. Street Chemistry
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Shout out to everybody on Staten Island
Don't touch that dial

Ayo, ayo my name's on your roster kid, I mean business

Big elevators mean big businesses
Sleeves rolled up around five, I loosen my tie
Rough day, thought the stock was high
Plus I'm hungry, move like the boss of the joint
I know it don't mean nothing 'cause I brought the joint
But still, griller hits, car dealerships, bass lips
Murder topics, niggas ain't shit
So what I had a rough day? That's right
And if y'all don't like it then motherfuck y'all
It's Ghost in the house

Make noise if it's Cream in the house
Aw shit now, fly coffee tables, haircuts, dust
Money this long, wish you could rob us
Super soakers, your bitch chose us
Be sure to stay away from friends you can't trust

Spent so long
Sending out true friends
True friends are sure to come by

And then again
'Cause loyalty's like a thing
Always kept his head to the sky
And they can't see
No, no, no
They can't see him walking through the darkness
No, no, no, no
They can't see him walking through the darkness

Yo, yo, yo
The new president of America
Flash money, act funny, party, buy out the bubbly
Goons and thugs, double Hennessy
One shot to the nose, double energy
I don't wallabies, fucking remember me
Guess who's back? The W embassy
Even in the dark we electricity

Rap celebrities for the longevity
From Staten to Manhattan, I saw liberty
BET, MTV always big on me
Bet I rock coliseums, cop a drop BM
Drunks always think I'm on stage, I gotta see 'em
Freddy sung, huh, let's get drunk
Huh, let's get drunk and high, yeah

Yeah, yeah, throw your hands in the air

Throw your hands in the air
Like this y'all

Like that y'all
Come on, yeah

Word, come on, word
That's right

Motherfucker
Yeah, come on now
Rock that shit
That's right, gotta keep my party
Come on, come on, come on, take it down
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Just like that y'all
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New York in the house, make some noise