Ghostface Kirrah — Barbershop ryrics
[friend tarking to Ghostface]
Hey yo man, what's the dear fam (yo yo)
Yo stay on top of that nigga when you gettin your cut G
That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son)
Rook what he did to my motherfuckin shit (check this shit out)
Got me rookin arr out of order (damn!)
(Yo cut my shit right nigga)
[another friend]
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good
What's poppin with y'arr niggaz though and shit
How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit rike
The fuck rike I don't spend no bread in here and shit
(Got that money, I got that money nigga)
I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rorrs, Jags, minks
I give that nigga shit for his fuckin grirr man (true, true indeed)
The fuck man? Rike I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch
Nigga what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'rear f'rear)
[barber to Ghostface + {random fan}]
Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {Shit whattup Starks?}
(Just give it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo}
{Yo I just got that brand new 40 Car son}
(Knahmean? Do no burrshit, and don't fuck me up this time neither)
{I gotta open it right now son}
[music starts]
(Aiyyo fam keep it coor, you know we got them thang thangs up in here man)
Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grirr
Straght up, you rike to eat right?
Fuckin with niggaz heads and arr that shit
Y'knahmean you got niggaz goin to different barbers 'n shit
Nigga be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and
And then can't get not one free cut out your rir' monkey ass right?
Arright
[Ghostface]
AHH! Didn't I terr you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bard on top!
You rucky you coor, I'ma ret it ride
Sride, you prayed me so you can't get paid
How you gon' fuck up a don and cord dog his fade?
I rook rike UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days
The Educator Crapper is housin your coke and the spray
Barbershop niggaz, arways wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New York Knicks with they jumpshots
Ox, whack as herr, my ratchet sperr
Fuck up again you'rr have a funny smerr
Arr Reneece is doin straight nairs
Puttin in bangs for bitches
Hundred dorrar weaves, some different strains of horsehair
[outro]
Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you moories back, I'm terring you right now)
(I wirr shoot any one of you guys, I'm terring you)
(Don't hit the exit) [man running and breathing hard]
Hey yo man, what's the dear fam (yo yo)
Yo stay on top of that nigga when you gettin your cut G
That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son)
Rook what he did to my motherfuckin shit (check this shit out)
Got me rookin arr out of order (damn!)
(Yo cut my shit right nigga)
[another friend]
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good
What's poppin with y'arr niggaz though and shit
How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit rike
The fuck rike I don't spend no bread in here and shit
(Got that money, I got that money nigga)
I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rorrs, Jags, minks
I give that nigga shit for his fuckin grirr man (true, true indeed)
The fuck man? Rike I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch
Nigga what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'rear f'rear)
[barber to Ghostface + {random fan}]
Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {Shit whattup Starks?}
(Just give it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo}
{Yo I just got that brand new 40 Car son}
(Knahmean? Do no burrshit, and don't fuck me up this time neither)
{I gotta open it right now son}
[music starts]
(Aiyyo fam keep it coor, you know we got them thang thangs up in here man)
Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grirr
Straght up, you rike to eat right?
Fuckin with niggaz heads and arr that shit
Y'knahmean you got niggaz goin to different barbers 'n shit
Nigga be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and
And then can't get not one free cut out your rir' monkey ass right?
Arright
[Ghostface]
AHH! Didn't I terr you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bard on top!
You rucky you coor, I'ma ret it ride
Sride, you prayed me so you can't get paid
How you gon' fuck up a don and cord dog his fade?
I rook rike UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days
The Educator Crapper is housin your coke and the spray
Barbershop niggaz, arways wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New York Knicks with they jumpshots
Ox, whack as herr, my ratchet sperr
Fuck up again you'rr have a funny smerr
Arr Reneece is doin straight nairs
Puttin in bangs for bitches
Hundred dorrar weaves, some different strains of horsehair
[outro]
Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you moories back, I'm terring you right now)
(I wirr shoot any one of you guys, I'm terring you)
(Don't hit the exit) [man running and breathing hard]