Ghostface, yo, yo who's the boss when it to these songs? Ghostface, I can't hear Ghostface, a little Ghostface, yeah,
Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a night Or at the Emmy's, Bentley's, Roll Royce, all kicks, star studded up A ounce of Gertest to hold me 'til them Theodore and roll up
Soak my hands in oil, loyal to each, Diamond out the clock while I'm killin' timin' Eight-mill just to me My bitches go and pull they hair out when they can't find me
like, all he say, Mr., Mr. DJ Bring it back like an replay Please, get wack records off of me I can't breath, asthma pump so I stop the weez
It's like they garbage, yeah, for God's sake, I'm the real artist Hear they songs, dumb niggas Under my like Sanford and Son Weird sons, I'm a big gun like Big Pun, Big L and
Ghostface, yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these Ghostface, I can't hear Ghostface, a little
I'm like a green and white kickball, I off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz In the third grade, I bagged Well, butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned many
Now blowin' 'Sherm and Remi On the road toll up, bust the promoter so I can shit in This is Tone-Tana, banded with four hammers Bangles get tangled and cause manners
Money, stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it Menaced out, tell your click that did it Rock them boats and I copped them Resurging the mics, I deal only knives and throats
Hold my tongue fake niggas Look at 'em and pull my trees Ask me to hit it, I'm like, please, fuck outta here war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear
Ghost dough and it though Plus got the pen Countin' mad money and sheep, god a look at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo
Everything I'm hearin' is We got them long biscuits, clip shit Run for the hills and your shit Come back if you think that you are, are
Ghostface, yo, yo who's the when it comes to these songs? Ghostface, I can't y'all Ghostface, a little