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Ghostface
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It's Over
作詞:Jacob Dutton, Herbert Magidson, Leslie Pridgen, Allie Wrubel
Yo, aiyo, this joint right here is about When you goin' through mad shit And it just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit
You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit But before you know it, your whole world just caved in on you, pa Check the joint, it's
Over, over (And then my life in) The masquerade (I know it's over) The masquerade
Over, over (My, my, my, good day is over) Over
(The masquerade is over) Over, over (Wo-oh-oh, it's over) Over
Yo, yo, aiyo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' bitches Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen All around dick sucks whenever, blowin' chronic out of philly's Gettin' flusty in the cub' link era
Niggas tellin' me my spot is hot They like I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop Back then I was the phat ghost, then came March 1st My eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our work
After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten G's Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases
When it get dark, venom will leave my mark I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man he said 'Yo, starks You're surrounded, put down your gun, look at the rules There's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run'
Over (And then my life in) The masquerade (I know it's over) The masquerade
Over, over (My, my, my, good day is over) Over
(The masquerade is over) Over (Wo-oh-oh, it's over) Over
Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 a.m. in the Best Western I'm with my bat, blew her ass back and chest in 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Slob my knob, yeah, no question, this my main bat She thorough like that, so we don't use protection
But the night before, my wiz must have checked my phone How the fuck she get the codes? I don't know Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me Tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch beside me
My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death Told my broad to keep it moving, 'cuz I just got knocked Don't turn around, as soon she did, she bust a shot Plus she talk, security drop when she touch the glock
I had the dum-face on, long face on Didn't say, 'Shit', not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or jewelry Court date judges, my shorty tried to screw me
Over (And then my life in) The masquerade (I know it's over) The masquerade
Over, over (My, my, my, good day is over) Over
(The masquerade is over) Over (Wo-oh-oh, it's over) Over
Over (And then my life in) The masquerade (I know it's over) The masquerade
Over, over (My, my, my, good day is over)
Hey Kimmy, how you doing? What up Keisha Damn girl, your hair looks 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 believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin' Put a salon up in the fuckin' hood
Son I can't even make no money no more, man Yo, son, maybe you need to tell them bitches that If they could put a Miss pac-man or somethin' in the back Maybe we could get some money back there
Son, you know I don't even fuck with them bitches Like that, nig', come on, man Come on sugar, hold me tight
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