Buck 50 (feat. Cappadonna, Method Man & Redman)

Who I'm is? The phenom, them **** can't live

Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give

Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib

Die and live for my niggs and my bad ass kids, freeze

Looking at your ice like, "Jeez!"

I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese

I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psychotherapy

You bugging where the couch at, Wu 'till they bury me

Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree

Now it's a cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be

Ain't nothing nice in New York

Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk

Don't mean nothing 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 sagging, pull your waist up

**** renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool

You're like, "Dude!, I don't like your fucking attitude"

Fronting on my Clan from the Stat, but we ain't mad at you (Yo, yo)

Starks with Parcheesi face measly paced, old face

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 bubble goose, It's the odd couple

Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island

Playing with the big toys that make noise

Echo in the hall a scared voice

**** start to act choice, but Duncan Hines

Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines

Made the club moist, shattered the windows

Dust heads running

The rap kingpin plus the black Jesus is coming

The words you talk better be the words you walk

Body you in the bed where the nurses are

Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart

'Till 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 training bras

Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared

For the project flow, with extra stairs

I pass out a vest to wear (Bullets flyin')

Yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires

Pull the mask, so you know it's me

And your weed got more seeds than ODB

Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie a rope to ya

Def and Wu will open ya

Eat a dick like (Huh)

Baby shake yo shit, girl you're sick like (Huh)

Gettin' rich like (Yo, come on)

Work, work, come on, come on

(There's no love to be found)

Word, It's me, y'all

We in two sixes, flirting with bitches, dime plus

Taking pictures, How you doing baby? My name Ghost

Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak

Seek intelligence, slickest **** going since "Grease"

Check out the grays on the side of my waves

I grew those on Rikers island

Stressed out balled up in the cage

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, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit

Hit the gym for two weeks my back all chiseled

Elbows unique now meet the new me

Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas

Zulu nation in the eighties in front of Macy's

I start my own chapters

Tyco Night-Glow velvet pose, special effects

High tech armors, merc you at the shows

Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious

Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super

Cancun, catch me in the room eating grouper

Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew

Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew

Smoke a L or two

And flip like (Huh)

Killin' for the whole clique, is sick like (Huh)

You and your stank bitch, eat a dick like (Huh)

Baby, shake yo shit, girl you're thick like (Huh)

Gettin' rich like (Yeah, yeah)

(There's no love to be found)