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

Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggas 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 nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze

Looking at your ice like geez!

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, 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 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

Niggas renting 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 flipping cheesy face measly paced o'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, Staten Island

Playing with the big toys that make noise

Echo in the hall, a scared voice

Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines

Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines

Made the club moist, shattered the windows

Dustheads runnin (yo)

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 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, flying)

Yo, the hard wire, starting barn fires

Pulling mad, so you know it's me

And your weed got more seeds than ODB

Can't smoke with ya, 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

Getting rich like

"There's no love to be found"

Word it's me y'all

We in two-six's 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 nigga going 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

Moving 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

Ghetto fabulous, Ton' Atlas

Zulu Nation in the 80's 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

Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious

Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper

Cancun, catch me in the room, eating grouper

Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew

Fuck y'all want to do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two

And flip like

Killing 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

Getting rich like, yeah

"There's no love to be found"