It's Over

[Intro: Ghostface] Yo, ayo, this joint right here is about when you goin' through mad shit And it just seem like you get out of it, no way and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in And you thinkin' you gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit But before you know it, your whole world just cave in on you, pa Check the joint, it's... [Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)] Over! And all that loving (The masquerade) I know it's over... (The masquerade) Ah-ha, over! (Over) My, my, my good thing is over (Over) The masquerade is over (Over) Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over) [Verse 1: Ghostface] Ayo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' bitches Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen All around dick sucks whenever Blowin' chronic out of Philly's, gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era Niggas tellin' me my spot is hot They like, "I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop" Back then I was the phat Ghost, then came March 1st My ace boon coon got murked, got burnt for all our work After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten G's Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark (Over) I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man, he said– "Yo, Starks! You're surrounded, put down your gun Look at the rules, there's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run" [Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)] Over! And all that loving (The masquerade) I know it's over... (The masquerade) Ah-ha, over! (Over) My, my, my good thing is over (Over) The masquerade is over (Over) Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over) [Pre-Verse (over Chorus): Ghostface] Yeah... you see how that went, right? That episode got deep and all of that Knawhatimean? Then it just go on and It just don't stop... I don't care what town you from, what hood you from It just all goes in, yo, check this episode Verse two: [Verse 2: Ghostface] Ayo, ayo – 11:40 A.M. in the Best Western I'm with my bat, blew her ass back and chest in Slobbed my knob, yeah, no question – this my main bat She thorough like that, so we don't use protection But the night before, my wiz must've checked my phone– How'd the fuck she get the codes?! Psh... I don't know Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby (Word?) Spotted me, tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch beside me My heart drop – everything stops, scared to death Told my broad to keep it moving, 'cause I just got knocked "Don't turn around," as soon she did, she bust a shot Plus she tough, security dropped when she touch the Glock I had the dumb face on, long face on Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone There goes the car (Car), house (House), rhyme books, jewelry Court date – "Judge, my shorty tried to screw me!" [Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)] Over! And all that loving (The masquerade) I know it's over... (The masquerade) Ah-ha, over! (Over) My, my, my good thing is over (Over) The masquerade is over (Over) Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over) [Outro (over Chorus): Ghostface] Uh... you see? Sometime it don't pay What goes around comes around, and– In many different ways, and– You can guess what happened That's right, ya'll You know how I get down If anybody got it locked, it's God That's right, word... [Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)] Over! And all that loving (The masquerade) I know it's over... (The masquerade) Ah-ha, over! (Over) My, my, my good thing is over (Over) The masquerade is over (Over) Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over) [Skit] [Solomon Childs] Hey Kimmy, how you doing?! "What up, Keisha!" Damn girl, your hair looks so nice "Yeah, I got my shit done at Tasha's You know I don't even fuck with that bitch" Yo, son, I think Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man And can you believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man? Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches done went and fuckin' put a salon up in the fuckin' hood Son, I can't even make no money no more, man "Yo, son – Maybe you need to tell them bitches that If they could put a 'Ms. Pac-Man' or somethin' in the back, maybe we could get some money back there?" Son, you know I don't even FUCK with them bitches like that, man Come on, man [sample] "Come on, sugar, hold me tight..."