cash and splash niggas in half Smash rappers like hash, soke 'em down to ashes At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses Madness wildin' out like special ed classes Straight
Benz, 'cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike. Props, I got the most, no MC comes close,coast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost
Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping on
, son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lampin' in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off Yeah
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, turn those lights down while I'm recording! Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G! Straight up! Sipping
cash, he'll be movin' straight weight through June But back to this rap shit who thug it the most It'll take the whole coast just to fuck wth the ghost
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched
in the street, pack some heat for a sucker Mobbin' through the town tryin' to murder muthafuckas 211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs D boys gettin' robbed, niggas get jacked
'? Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even Jack
Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack
my eyes Shirt soaking wet looking like I just got baptized Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor store But crunk like some sanctified folks catchin' the Holy Ghost
just rushin' my time With this 9 in my hand, causin' death when you sleep In the casket I make you no killas in mind Pullin' a jack, reach me that cheese
with or without the ... going inside of me Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body Im not to be fucked with Whether im straight out of Compton Or straight
might leave your body Oh, but will catch up again someday I like Sunday mornings and butter on my toast I wanna live forever Jack, forever like that friendly ghost
Intro: Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]? Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight
(T-Dre) I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay aint no place that i'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3