Charlie Brown

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, hand me my surfboard, I'mma surf on these niggas real quick

You know what I mean, show these niggas out

See whose real and see whose fake

Youknowhatimean, it just seem like you niggas float on water

Check this style out... I've never used this shit before (yo, yo)

[Ghostface Killah]

I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12, medium

Shy top wallies on, straight from England

I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leaning

Fuck ya star pussies for real, ya'll just dreaming

Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain

What up, stand the fuck up, pull ya cup out for change

Now who wanna step through my backyard?

When this go double platinum I'mma flash hard, like

Oh boy, Toney's the Don, know

With so much paper, call me Enron, so

My peeps blow, check my peacoat

She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those

Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow

Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats

Dirty mouth niggas, may ya'll eat soap

Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast

[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah]

Hey hey, what you say?

This is real hip hop on the line today

It's worth more than any label, on what they pay

I'm here to save hip hop, cuz it's dying away, come on

[Ghostface Killah]

Fiber optic, microscopic

Bulletproof. Yo, I'm glad you copped it

Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite

Hov' gon' keep on top of it

I'm real positive, my prerogative

Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids

Go broke, I'mma fucking rob ya crib

And I'mma kill him if I get on top of him

With crazy hammers, nothing but grown man taste

With bandanas, right in front of cameras

Parents planning, feel the cannon

Tanning yogurt niggas, like Dannon

Stretch, yes, I go to war with a banged up vest

Teflon, that was made by Guess

Even my girl got a bulletproof dress

J.Lo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp

Diego, Killah wave-oh, Play-Doh fifth

They ain't no, nigga like Ghost, play those chips

We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks

From yae yo bricks to Adolf spits, we paid off it

The Wally Don, done ate off it

Throwing stones at a glass house, front and get mashed out

My gun turn heads, like bitches with they ass out

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, uh-huh, nigga, ya'll like that shit huh, youknowhatimean

This is real hip hop and shit, youknowhatimean

This is a huh, I'm a true MC, ya'll niggas know how I get down

Ain't none of that commercial shit, youknowhatimean

I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95

'88, '86 era, of real hip hop and shit

You know what I mean, word up, it's the great Ghost Deini, nigga

I got too many styles, I juggle this shit

Ya'll little niggas out there need to take heed