Versuri 08. Buck 50

Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live 
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' 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 
Lookin' at your ice like geez 
I'm plottin' on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese 
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psychotherapy 
You buggin' 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 nuttin' nice in New York 
Stick you for your cake and your icing that tough talk? 
Don't mean nuttin' 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 saggin' pull your waist up 
Niggaz rentin' 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 flippin' cheesyface measly paced ofays 
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 bubblegoose 
It's the Odd Couple, hollow points 
Follow you home, Staten Island 
Playin' with the big toys that make noise 
Echo in the hall, a scared voice 
 
Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines 
Didn't know Betty Crocker had 'em two nines 
Made the club moist, shattered the windows 
Dustheads runnin', 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 trainin' bras 
Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared 
For the project flow, with extra stairs 
I pass out a vest to wear 
Yo, the hard wire, startin' barn fires 
 
Pullin' mad, so you know it's me 
And your weed got more seeds than O D B 
Can't smoke witcha, 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 
Gettin' rich like 
 
There's no love to be found 
 
Word it's me y'all, we in two-six's flirtin' with bitches 
Dime plus takin' pictures, how you doin' baby? My name Ghost 
Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak 
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin' 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 
Movin' 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, eatin' grouper 
 
Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew 
Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two 
And flip like killin' 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 
Gettin' rich like 
Yeah 
 
There's no love to be found