Revenge Is Sweet

Blades of glory, things remain the same

Winds of fury, cycle in the rain

Cycle in the rain, with the span of time

Through the frame of mind, all wins be mine

The feeling (by me) through (the time) it took to (show me)

In the {time, will never start a new}

Aiyo, revenge is sweet, that's why I take my time with it

Like good pussy, I just stay when I'm up in it

Evil plan, my mind functions well off spite

I don't do that tit-for-tat, I blow your shit up like dynamite

Take my life, I take everyone you love

Have your kids thrown out of a plane, look up cuz

My plots are like movie scripts, they're well planned

Snatch you off the land and drop you off in the Sahara sand

So don't stand, don't try to double cross me

My Tennessee goons'll nail that ass to the cross, B.

Revenge mode, I live life by the sword

And if you live by it, die by it, I still kill your whore

Set me up, I'm coming back like a thief in the night

I have a suicide bomber pop up on your flight

You couldn't take my life, my mask been resurrected

And I'm Ghostface Killah, way more then you expected

Those, who, fear, his return, must face, the catastrophe

Yes, but what they didn't expect, a hundred goons from the projects

Armed and masked with flame throwers and gas

I blast anything, hung him by his tongue ring

Until he game the info, on how he find his kinfolk

Made him sign the ransom, then gave a note to his grandson

Bust a shot, and made him run fast, back to his family

News of his discovery, would set off a chain of events, that would then lead

To members of DeLuca's to bleed, with no acception

They sent the wrong message, so kill everything, no exception

To the media, they will not be able to retire or cease fire

Til every Luca has expired, in entirety, wishes of the Don

Tone Stark to eternity, respectfully

Cutthroats, murder sprees and killings

Were synonymous with this gangsta life before his passing

So it only seemed fitting, that it would become the embodiment

Of his new life

I, keep having flashbacks of blasting at you bastards

Cutting acts out from bitches, got convicted of the gun charge

And laughed at my sentence, four years, five flat, post release supervision

For niggas spitting in the wind, but that's what I get for missing

So soon as I hit the bricks again, niggas is finished

Ninja mode on a mission, out to end your existence

Think I'm sitting up in prison with a tender L, in the cell, sick as hell,

listen

Every day is like Christmas, I miss my seed and my misses

But I see them on visits, I ain't stressing over pussy, beat my dick to her

pictures

When they free me, I'mma see you, leave you food for the fishes

Whole DeLuca crew is hit for the fixing, I get the henchmen

Line 'em up, tommy gun them down, the muzzle extension

Tear they flesh off if one of them flinching