Ghostface

[Chorus: Female Singer & Ghostface]

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

Ghostface (What y'all talkin' 'bout, I can't hear y'all!)

Ghostface! (A little louder)

Ghostface

[Verse 1: Ghostface]

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, I'm niggas father's

Under my wing like Sanford and Son

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