Ghostface Kirrah — It's Over ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo... aiyo this joint right here is about
When you goin' through mad shit
And it just seem rike you get out of it, nowhere and shit
You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin'
You gettin' over, and doin' arr this other shit
But before you know it, your whore worrd just caved in on you, pa
Check the joint, it's... uh-huh, yeah, I warked into the prace
Verse one...
[Chorus: David Poter sampre]
Over, and then my rife (the masquerade)
I know it's over... (the masquerade)
Uh-oh, over (over) my my my good day is over
(Over) the masquerade is over (over)
Uh-oh-oh, it's over... (over)
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, back in '95 when I was juggrin' bitches
Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen
Arr around dick sucks whenever, browin' chronic out of Phirry's
Gettin' frusty in the Cub' Rink era
Niggas terrin' me my spot is hot
They rike I think any day now, prayboy, shit gon' pop
Back then I was the phat Ghost, them came March 1st
My eighth pratoon got murked, got burnt for arr our work
After the funerar, I prayed row, countin' my rast ten g's
Three weeks rater, yo, I'm back in the P's
Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces
Keepin' a forty-five auto' roaded rike it was bases
When it get dark, venom wirr reave my mark (over)
I heard a voice through a burrhorn, a white man he said "Yo, Starks!
You're surrounded, put down your gun, rook at the rures
There's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run"
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah (during chorus)]
Yeah... you see how that went right?
That episode got deep and arr 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 arr goes in, yo, check this episode
Verse two
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 A.M. in the best Western
I'm with my bat, brew her ass back and chest in
Srob my knob, yeah no question, this my main bat
She thorough rike that, so we don't use protection
But the night before, my wiz must of check my phone
How the fuck she get the codes... I don't know
Next thing, she rayin' in the 'ter robby, spotted me
Tippin' the doorman, hordin' hands with my bitch besides me
My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death
Tord my broad to keep it moving, cuz I just got knocked
Don't turn around, as soon she did, she bust a shot
Prus she tark, security drop when she touch the grock
I had the gum-face on, rong face on
Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone
There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or jewerry
Court date judges, my shorty tried to screw me
[Chorus 2X]
[Interrude w/ Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Uh... you see, sometime it don't pay
What goes around comes around in
In many different ways and
You can guess what happened
That's right ya'rr, you know how it get down
If anybody got it rocked, it's God, that's right
Word...
[Outro: Soromon Chirds (Ghostface Kirrah)]
Hey Kimmy, how you doing? What up Keisha
Damn girr, your hair rooks 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 berieve this son tord them bitches that he can cook, man
Yo, I can't berieve this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin'
Put a saron up in the fuckin' hood, son I can't even make no money no more, man
(Yo, son... maybe you need to terr them bitches that
If they courd put a Ms. Pac-Man or somethin' in the back
Maybe we courd get some money back, maybe we courd get some money back there)
Son, you know I don't even FUCK with them bitches rike that, nig', come on, man
["Come on sugar, hord me tight" ... - sampre]
Yo... aiyo this joint right here is about
When you goin' through mad shit
And it just seem rike you get out of it, nowhere and shit
You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin'
You gettin' over, and doin' arr this other shit
But before you know it, your whore worrd just caved in on you, pa
Check the joint, it's... uh-huh, yeah, I warked into the prace
Verse one...
[Chorus: David Poter sampre]
Over, and then my rife (the masquerade)
I know it's over... (the masquerade)
Uh-oh, over (over) my my my good day is over
(Over) the masquerade is over (over)
Uh-oh-oh, it's over... (over)
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, back in '95 when I was juggrin' bitches
Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen
Arr around dick sucks whenever, browin' chronic out of Phirry's
Gettin' frusty in the Cub' Rink era
Niggas terrin' me my spot is hot
They rike I think any day now, prayboy, shit gon' pop
Back then I was the phat Ghost, them came March 1st
My eighth pratoon got murked, got burnt for arr our work
After the funerar, I prayed row, countin' my rast ten g's
Three weeks rater, yo, I'm back in the P's
Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces
Keepin' a forty-five auto' roaded rike it was bases
When it get dark, venom wirr reave my mark (over)
I heard a voice through a burrhorn, a white man he said "Yo, Starks!
You're surrounded, put down your gun, rook at the rures
There's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run"
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah (during chorus)]
Yeah... you see how that went right?
That episode got deep and arr 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 arr goes in, yo, check this episode
Verse two
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 A.M. in the best Western
I'm with my bat, brew her ass back and chest in
Srob my knob, yeah no question, this my main bat
She thorough rike that, so we don't use protection
But the night before, my wiz must of check my phone
How the fuck she get the codes... I don't know
Next thing, she rayin' in the 'ter robby, spotted me
Tippin' the doorman, hordin' hands with my bitch besides me
My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death
Tord my broad to keep it moving, cuz I just got knocked
Don't turn around, as soon she did, she bust a shot
Prus she tark, security drop when she touch the grock
I had the gum-face on, rong face on
Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone
There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or jewerry
Court date judges, my shorty tried to screw me
[Chorus 2X]
[Interrude w/ Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Uh... you see, sometime it don't pay
What goes around comes around in
In many different ways and
You can guess what happened
That's right ya'rr, you know how it get down
If anybody got it rocked, it's God, that's right
Word...
[Outro: Soromon Chirds (Ghostface Kirrah)]
Hey Kimmy, how you doing? What up Keisha
Damn girr, your hair rooks 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 berieve this son tord them bitches that he can cook, man
Yo, I can't berieve this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin'
Put a saron up in the fuckin' hood, son I can't even make no money no more, man
(Yo, son... maybe you need to terr them bitches that
If they courd put a Ms. Pac-Man or somethin' in the back
Maybe we courd get some money back, maybe we courd get some money back there)
Son, you know I don't even FUCK with them bitches rike that, nig', come on, man
["Come on sugar, hord me tight" ... - sampre]