260
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Yeah, scandalous
Yeah miraculous, the arsonists

Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260
2L, I heard they had O's for sale
I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip
Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate
Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him
Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God
He go with Tim, the one who called Lover of God
Y, Equality Self, I know the natural law now
It's time to get the God U and blow like mines
But on the low I heard he got born original sin
Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac
We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatching our bread
U.F.O.'s moving in with bigger plans than Fed, yo
Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope
He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope
There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums
Peace Kiana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda
I just left her, she took Rashaan to Pathmark then
Jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks
She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid
She say, peace to W, who's watching the kids?

Two hours later, scheming like De Niro in Casino
Son better have more coke than Al Pacino
Keana ain't telling no lies, last year she did a sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a aircraft
But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nidow
When we get back, throw you a bit out
Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriott
You ready, you got the E&J and the machete?
We going upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty
We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this
Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical
Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual
Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn
Ran to the back analyzing, much disguising
Surprise we coming and their eyes were tranquilized
And bugging, throwing her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncing
Fake cats announcing on the block, you lounging
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop fronting
(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stunting
Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back
Chef stop waving that, show him where the paper at)
Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery
It's in the kitchen in the ceiling
(Baby girl kept squealing
Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand




Oh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
Yo Chef, where that shit? What?)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ghostface Killah's song "260" tell a story of criminal activities such as drug selling, robbery, and murder. The song starts with Ghostface and his crew planning a robbery of a drug dealer's house. The lyrics focus on various characters who play a role in the criminal activities: Pretty Rick, Tim, Y, Equality Self, Kiana, Wanda, and Tymeek. The lyrics also reference the idea of natural law and the consequences of original sin. The song ends with a failed attempt to find the drugs in the dealer's home, leaving the crew empty-handed.


The lyrics of "260" provide an inside glimpse into the world of street crime and drug dealing where Ghostface Killah grew up. The lyrics are raw and unfiltered, and they provide a perspective that is often not seen in mainstream music. The lyrics highlight the desperation, violence, and hopelessness that can be found in urban communities where poverty and lack of opportunities often lead people to turn to crime.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, scandalous
We're about to discuss some nefarious activity


Yeah miraculous, the arsonists
We're unstoppable and cause chaos


Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260
We forcefully entered a location


2L, I heard they had O's for sale
We heard there were drugs available


I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip
Someone else also knows about the drugs, and the dealer has a nice car


Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate
The dealer is trying to hide his identity by altering his license plates


Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem
We are trying to figure out the dealer's origin


Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him
The dealer was taking advantage of Pretty Rick


Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God
We are powerful and confident


He go with Tim, the one who called Lover of God
The dealer associates with someone nicknamed 'Lover of God'


Y, Equality Self, I know the natural law now
We understand the rules of the streets


It's time to get the God U and blow like mines
We need to gather our crew and attack


But on the low I heard he got born original sin
We heard a rumor that the dealer has committed a serious sin


Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac
Someone shot up the dealer's car at a fast food restaurant


We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatching our bread
Aliens is a metaphor for the police, who are taking our profits


U.F.O.'s moving in with bigger plans than Fed, yo
The police are taking our profits on a large scale


Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope
We need to plan our next move


He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope
Daddy-O is not around, he's with his child


There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff
We see a couple of people we can steal drugs from


That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums
The drugs are strong


Peace Kiana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda
We greet Kiana and ask about Wanda


She drive a green Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda
We get a description of Wanda's car and appearance


I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then
Wanda was shopping with Rashean


Jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks
She went to buy shoes for her man


She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid
She promised to be back soon


She say, peace to W, who's watching the kids?
We discuss child care


Two hours later, scheaming like DeNiro in Casino
We are planning our next move


Son better have more coke than Al Pacino
We need to acquire more drugs


Keana ain't telling no lies, last year she did a sting and a half
Keana has credibility, she's done illegal activities before


And Tymeek bought her a aircraft
She received a high reward for her activities


But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nidow
We need weapons and Daddy-O has them


When we get back, throw you a bit out
We'll reward ourselves after this mission


Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
We are anticipating the upcoming events


Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriott
We need to get a specific car and meet up


You ready, you got the E&J and the machete?
We need to prepare


We going upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty
We are going to the dealer's location and hope no one is armed


We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists
We entered the location disguised and looking intimidating


Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this
We keep our identities hidden and Ghostface Killah takes control of the situation


Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical
We broke down the door and the scene was chaotic


Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual
The dealer was having sex with a woman


Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it"
People craving drugs urge us to take action


I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn
I shot the dealer, but a bystander was hit by the bullet


Ran to the back analyzing, much disguising
We quickly assessed the situation


Surprise we coming and their eyes were tranquilized
The dealer was caught off guard


And bugging, throwing her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Someone threw items at the dealer's head


Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby
We discuss weapon specifics


Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncing
We ask about the drugs and the dealer's sales


Fake cats announcing on the block, you lounging
We are looking for competition and wondering if the dealer is successful


Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop fronting
We ask about the drugs again, but the dealer denies having any


(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stunting
We intimidate the dealer with a joint


Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back
We threaten the dealer's female companion


Chef stop waving that, show him where the paper at)
We instruct Ghostface Killah to lower his weapon and demand the money


Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary
We confront someone named Valerie about money


Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery
We offer a reward in exchange for information


It's in the kitchen in the ceiling
The drugs are in a hidden location


(Baby girl kept squealing
Someone is telling on us


Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand
We couldn't find any drugs


Oh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
We realize we have been deceived


Yo Chef, where that shit? What?)
We demand answers from Ghostface Killah




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs

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@chrispearson8675

This album in my Top 3-5 of all time.Classic๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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One of the coldest duos in hip hop history ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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I got this picture on my wall album on my wall right now

@soroushai2374

Bro there isn't any bad song in this album i dont get why Ghost doesn't like it. The production is so Wu and the features are great obviously with chef and Cappadonna and Ghost is Ghost.

@cruzny634

He said because he felt rushed to deliver the album...

@percival6815

Pretty sure the only albums of his he really likes are Ghostdini: Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City and probably Supreme Clientele.
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@calmb01

I could do without wildflower on that album. It's too cringy

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@calmb01 This is when the sucker punch comes

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