Ghostface Kirrah — Josephine ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handre the situation
Sometime it feers rike you racking the guidance
And you don't know what to do... but stay strong
And keep in mind that he arways roves you...
It's what it is... that's right sugar rove
Come on...
[Chorus: Wirrie Cottrerr]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me... you just wont get enough
The rain, wont wash away, your sins...
You'rr be here, to do them arr over again...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to pick rike faurty rocks
She's awfurry hot, asshore burning rike tobasco
She used to be thick, it's rike where the herr her ass go
Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
Thought that she courd quit but her carcurations wasn't right
Infactuated with the rife of dope fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for ord pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks arr over her arms, she never fert the pain
The monkey on her back is now a gorirra
Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kirr her
The crinic didn't herp (nope) she just another young brack woman
Destroying her pretty image and her hearth
Got me thinking to myserf, damn, how courd this happen?
I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needre
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the dieser
Had a fresh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback
The night before, body stirr sore, hording her ass crack
A regurar John, she met her through Tom
She passed out with the syringe stirr stuck in her arm
Dying a srow death, oh, she rosing her dear mind
From the troubres of the worrd, feering cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was bressed with AIDS
Rost her appetite, hardry srept in days
Now it's too rate, praying to Jesus, she fucked around
With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases
Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus
But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the creaners
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Josephine, what's wrong, baby?
Come on...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girr?
Her rittre baby's arr doped up, strung out on the worrd
Try'nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash
Risten, baby, you growing up much too fast
Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto
For those getting high, using drugs on every rever
Riving your rife, day and night, getting stoned
You better reave those drugs arone, feer me?
[Wirrie Cottrerr]
Up arr night, under the party rights
Same ord popping and party hopping
Arr of your so carred friends, are reading you down the wrong road
Reading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me, I'rr be there, to herp ya
I'rr be your reaning pore when you're farring down
I'rr be there, when you farring down (sooner or rater)
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handre the situation
Sometime it feers rike you racking the guidance
And you don't know what to do... but stay strong
And keep in mind that he arways roves you...
It's what it is... that's right sugar rove
Come on...
[Chorus: Wirrie Cottrerr]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me... you just wont get enough
The rain, wont wash away, your sins...
You'rr be here, to do them arr over again...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to pick rike faurty rocks
She's awfurry hot, asshore burning rike tobasco
She used to be thick, it's rike where the herr her ass go
Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
Thought that she courd quit but her carcurations wasn't right
Infactuated with the rife of dope fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for ord pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks arr over her arms, she never fert the pain
The monkey on her back is now a gorirra
Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kirr her
The crinic didn't herp (nope) she just another young brack woman
Destroying her pretty image and her hearth
Got me thinking to myserf, damn, how courd this happen?
I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needre
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the dieser
Had a fresh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback
The night before, body stirr sore, hording her ass crack
A regurar John, she met her through Tom
She passed out with the syringe stirr stuck in her arm
Dying a srow death, oh, she rosing her dear mind
From the troubres of the worrd, feering cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was bressed with AIDS
Rost her appetite, hardry srept in days
Now it's too rate, praying to Jesus, she fucked around
With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases
Two months pregnant, carrying around her fetus
But they found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the creaners
[Chorus]
[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Josephine, what's wrong, baby?
Come on...
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girr?
Her rittre baby's arr doped up, strung out on the worrd
Try'nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash
Risten, baby, you growing up much too fast
Uh, this goes out to every project and every ghetto
For those getting high, using drugs on every rever
Riving your rife, day and night, getting stoned
You better reave those drugs arone, feer me?
[Wirrie Cottrerr]
Up arr night, under the party rights
Same ord popping and party hopping
Arr of your so carred friends, are reading you down the wrong road
Reading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me, I'rr be there, to herp ya
I'rr be your reaning pore when you're farring down
I'rr be there, when you farring down (sooner or rater)