Ghostface Killah - It's Over Lyrics
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Yo... aiyo this joint right here is aboutWhen you goin' through mad shitAnd it just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shitYou thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin'You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shitBut before you know it, your whole world just caved in on you, paCheck the joint, it's... uh-huh, yeah, I walked into the placeVerse one...[Chorus: David Poter sample]Over, and then my life (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 Killah]Aiyo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' *****esPumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchenAll around dick sucks whenever, blowin' chronic out of Philly'sGettin' flusty in the Cub' Link eraNiggas tellin' me my spot is hotThey like I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' popBack then I was the phat Ghost, them came March 1stMy eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our workAfter the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten g'sThree weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P'sGatherin' up information, checkin' facesKeepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was basesWhen it get dark, venom will leave my mark (over)I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man he said "Yo, Starks!You're surrounded, put down your gun, look at the rulesThere's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run"[Chorus][Interlude: Ghostface Killah *during chorus*]Yeah... you see how that went right?That episode got deep and all of thatKnawhatimean? Then it just go on andIt just don't stop... I don't care what town you fromWhat hood you from, it just all goes in, yo, check this episodeVerse two[Ghostface Killah]Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 A.M. in the best WesternI'm with my bat, blew her ass back and chest inSlob my knob, yeah no question, this my main batShe thorough like that, so we don't use protectionBut the night before, my wiz must of check my phoneHow the ***** she get the codes... I don't knowNext thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted meTippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my ***** besides meMy heart drop, everything stops, scared to deathTold my broad to keep it moving, cuz I just got knockedDon't turn around, as soon she did, she bust a shotPlus she talk, security drop when she touch the glockI had the gum-face on, long face onDidn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my ***** was goneThere goes the car, house, rhyme boats or jewelryCourt date judges, my shorty tried to screw me[Chorus 2X][Interlude w/ Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Uh... you see, sometime it don't payWhat goes around comes around inIn many different ways andYou can guess what happenedThat's right ya'll, you know how it get downIf anybody got it locked, it's God, that's rightWord...[Outro: Solomon Childs (Ghostface Killah)]Hey Kimmy, how you doing? What up KeishaDamn girl, your hair looks so niceYeah, I got my shit done at Tasha'sYou know I don't even ***** with that *****Yo, son, I think Ghost *****in' one of them *****es, manAnd can you believe this son told them *****es that he can cook, manYo, I can't believe this, these *****es don't know where to *****in'Put a salon up in the *****in' hood, son I can't even make no money no more, man(Yo, son... maybe you need to tell them *****es thatIf they could put a Ms. Pac-Man or somethin' in the backMaybe we could get some money back, maybe we could get some money back there)Son, you know I don't even ***** with them *****es like that, nig', come on, man"Come on sugar, hold me tight" ... - sample
