ghostface killah
buck 50
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggas can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze Looking at your ice like GEEZ! I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You bugging where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nothing nice in, New York Stick you for your cake and your icing That tough talk? Don't mean nothing when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom You know that saying, if you can't join 'em, beat 'em And push your way in We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up Niggas renting slums usually Jacob, FOOL! You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" Yo, yo Starks flipping cheesy face measly paced o'face Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" "There's no love to be found" Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat Ruffle inside the bubble goose It's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island Playing with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads runnin (yo) The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin Yo The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow, with extra stairs I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, flying) Yo, the hard wire, starting barn fires Pulling mad, so you know it's me And your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya Eat a dick like Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like Getting rich like "There's no love to be found" Word it's me y'all We in two-six's flirting with bitches Dime plus taking pictures, how you doing baby? My name Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Riker's Island Stretched out, balled up in the caves Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love Moving when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled Elbows unique now, meet the new me Ghettofabulous, Ton' Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects High-tech armors merc you at the shows Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper Cancun, catch me in the room, eating grouper Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew Fuck y'all want to do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like Killing for the whole click is sick like You and your stank bitch eat a dick like Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like Getting rich like, yeah "There's no love to be found"