Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Album: The Pretty Toney Album

Ghostface Lyrics

[Chorus: female singer (Ghostface Killah)] 

 Ghostface... (Yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these songs?) 

 Ghostface... (What ya'll talkin' bout... I can't hear ya'll!) 

 Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A little louder) 

 Ghostface... 

 

 [Ghostface Killah] 

 Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night 

 Or at the Emmy's, Bentley's, Roll Royce, all white 

 Fresh kicks, star studded up 

 A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini's roll up 

 Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond 

 Shoot out the clock while I'm killin' timin' 

 Eight-mill just to resign me 

 My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can't find me 

 It's like, all he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J. 

 Bring it back like an instant replay 

 Please, get these wack records off of me 

 I can't breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez 

 It's like they love garbage (yeah), for God's sake, I'm the real artist 

 Hear they songs, dumb niggas father's 

 Under my wing like Sanford and Son 

 Weird sons, I'm a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason 

 

 [Chorus] 

 

 [Ghostface Killah] 

 I'm like a green and white kickball, I bounce 

 Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz 

 In the third grade, I bagged Penny 

 Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many 

 Now Daddy's blowin' 'sherm and Remi 

 On the road toll up, bust the promoter so I can shit in Denny's 

 This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers 

 Bangles get tangled and they cause manners 

 Money, don't stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it 

 Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it 

 Rock them boats and I copped them ropes 

 Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats 

 Hold my tongue around fake niggas 

 Look at 'em sideways and pull my trees 

 Ask me to hit it, I'm like, Nigga Please, fuck outta here! 

 Fuck war with niggas, facin' me, fuckas, step up the gear 

 

 [Hook: Ghostface Killah] 

 Ghost dough and spend it though 

 Plus got the pen exposed 

 Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn 

 Take a look at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo 

 Everything I'm hearin' is weak 

 We got them long biscuits, long clip shit 

 Run for the hills and re-charge your shit 

 Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don! 

 

 [Chorus] 

 

 [Outro: woman] 

 The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler 

 Gangsta, playa, hardcore muthafucka living today...