Ghostface Killah is critically acclaimed for his loud, fast-paced flow, and his stream-of-consciousness narratives containing cryptic slang and non-sequiturs.
Ghostface Killah was raised in the Stapleton housing projects in Staten Island, New York. In his autobiographical song "All That I Got Is You", Ghost tells the story of his childhood. He raps about how he grew up in a three bedroom apartment without his father, who left him at the age of six. Apparently, his mother had nine children.
His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing.
He was also a close friend of the three founding members of Wu-tang clan
Buck 50
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
Looking at your ice like geez!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy
You bugging where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me
Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing nice in, New York
Stick you for your cake and your icing
That tough talk? Don't mean nothing when you're up North
So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom
You know that saying, if you can't join 'em, beat 'em
And push your way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up
Niggas renting slums usually Jacob, fool!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude
Frontin' on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"
Yo, yo
Starks flipping cheesy face measly paced o'face
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"
"There's no love to be found"
Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
Post up like paint on walls
Drip jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the bubble goose
It's the Odd Couple
Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island
Playing with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads runnin (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin'
Yo
The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk
Body you in the bed where the nurses are
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more like in training bras
Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared
For the project flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting barn fires
Pulling mad, so you know it's me
And your weed got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will open ya
Eat a dick like
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like
Getting rich like
"There's no love to be found"
Word it's me y'all
We in two-six's flirting with bitches
Dime plus taking pictures, how you doing baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease"
Check out the grays on the side of my waves
I grew those on Riker's Island
Stretched out, balled up in the caves
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love
Moving when we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled
Elbows unique now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Ton' Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's
I start my own chapters
Tyco night glow velvet pose, special effects
High-tech armors merc you at the shows
Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious
Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper
Cancun, catch me in the room, eating grouper
Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew
Fuck y'all want to do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like
Killing for the whole click is sick like
You and your stank bitch eat a dick like
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like
Getting rich like, yeah
"There's no love to be found"
The song Buck 50 by Ghostface Killah is a fast-paced rap that speaks of the difficulties of life in New York City. The name of the song, Buck 50, is street slang for a deep cut to the face that requires 150 stitches. The lyrics start off with Ghostface asking who he is and establishing his dominance over others. He talks about wanting to snatch the cheese, meaning steal it from those who have it. He then refers to the violence on the streets of New York.
Ghostface then moves on to describe a particular incident where he confronts someone who is fronting on the Wu-Tang Clan. He talks about his own gang members and his children, making it clear that he's willing to die for them. He goes on to rap about his own abilities and dominance, mentioning the legend of George Washington and the cherry tree. He describes the violence on the streets, telling people to keep their hands visible.
The song also features a chorus: "There's no love to be found." The lyrics of the song paint a picture of a harsh, violent world where one has to assert their dominance to survive.
Line by Line Meaning
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggas can't live
I am the extraordinary, those guys cannot compete with me
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give
I am who I am, we don't have anything and something needs to change
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
You guys have gone crazy, wreaked havoc in the house
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
I would sacrifice my life for my friends and my rebellious children, stop
Looking at your ice like geez!
Observing your expensive jewelry with surprise and awe
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I'm planning to set a trap and steal the profits
I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy
I heard you guys are mentally disturbed and need therapy
You bugging where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me
Are you crazy? Looking for a therapist? The Wu-Tang Clan will be with me until I die
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
I never lie, just like the story of George Washington and the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Now it's all about luxury, if something isn't broken, leave it alone
Ain't nothing nice in, New York
New York is a tough place with no mercy
Stick you for your cake and your icing
Robbing you for your money and possessions
That tough talk? Don't mean nothing when you're up North
Your aggressive words don't hold any weight when you're in prison
So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom
Keep your hands visible, as if you desire freedom
You know that saying, if you can't join 'em, beat 'em
You know the saying, if you can't join them, defeat them
And push your way in
Forcefully enter and make your presence known
We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
We are not acrobats, but we can change our demeanor unpredictably
Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up
Increase your speed, pull up your low-hanging pants
Niggas renting slums usually Jacob, fool!
People who live in poverty are often fooled by extravagant displays of wealth
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude
You're saying, "Hey! I don't appreciate your disrespectful behavior
Frontin' on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"
Acting like you're better than the Wu-Tang Clan from Staten Island, when we have no problem with you
Starks flipping cheesy face measly paced o'face
Ghostface Killah is showing off, making fun of those with lesser skills
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
Ghostface Killah is willing to take risks for small rewards
The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy
The confident appearance, my closest female companions call me laid-back
Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"
Highly intelligent women say, "Ghost, you're so unpredictable and wild!"
"There's no love to be found"
Love cannot be found in this situation
Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
Cappadonna and Ghostface Killah come through together
Post up like paint on walls
Position ourselves firmly like artwork on walls
Drip jewels, big heat
Wearing expensive jewelry and carrying powerful weapons
Ruffle inside the bubble goose
Causing chaos within the padded jacket
It's the Odd Couple
We are a strange but effective duo
Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island
Bullets that expand upon impact will chase you to Staten Island
Playing with the big toys that make noise
Engaging in dangerous activities using powerful weapons that attract attention
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Creating a sound that reverberates through the hallway, eliciting fear in others
Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
People start making their own choices, but they are not as impressive as they think
Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines
They didn't know I had two guns, just like Betty Crocker
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Caused excitement and chaos at the nightclub, breaking the windows
Dustheads runnin (yo)
Drug addicts running away in fear
The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin'
The influential rapper is taking action, signaling the arrival of a powerful figure
Yo
Hey
The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk
What you say will directly impact your actions
Body you in the bed where the nurses are
I will harm you so severely that you end up in the hospital
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
Expose your vulnerability, and I will exploit it
Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Until the consequences affect people from poor neighborhoods to the wealthy Persian Gulf
Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off
Disconnecting from reality, as one-third of my brain is not functioning
That explains why my language off
That's why my speech is abnormal
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl
My gun is always ready, you are not prepared for a fight
Y'all more like in training bras
You guys are inexperienced and weak
Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared
Unseasoned and unready for action
For the project flow, with extra stairs
For the raw and authentic rap style, with added challenges
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
I provide protection (against bullets, which could be flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting barn fires
The tough mentality, initiating conflicts
Pulling mad, so you know it's me
Getting angry and causing trouble, you know it's my doing
And your weed got more seeds than ODB
Your marijuana has more seeds than Ol' Dirty Bastard
Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
I can't trust you enough to smoke with you, I'll watch you get caught in a dangerous situation
Def and Wu will open ya
Def Jam and Wu-Tang Clan will expose your vulnerabilities
Eat a dick like
Screw you
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like
Hey baby, move your body, you have a curvaceous figure
Getting rich like
Becoming wealthy
"There's no love to be found"
Love cannot be found in this situation
Word it's me y'all
Yes, it's me, everyone
We in two-six's flirting with bitches
We are in the 26th precinct, interacting playfully with women
Dime plus taking pictures, how you doing baby? My name Ghost
Beautiful women taking photos, asking how they are, introducing myself as Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak
Don't become mesmerized by my jewelry or the confidence in my speech
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease"
Pursue knowledge, the smoothest person around since the movie "Grease"
Check out the grays on the side of my waves
Notice the gray hairs on the side of my hairstyle
I grew those on Riker's Island
I developed those gray hairs while being imprisoned on Riker's Island
Stretched out, balled up in the caves
Relaxed, resting in small spaces
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam
Unleash a gun during a conflict, causing chaos
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
Smooth and elegant, jumping like a basketball player Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
Heavily involved in drug trafficking, numb from cocaine, authentic and genuine
Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit
Wearing designer clothing like Biggie Smalls, resembling a pure white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love
My hands have the power to capture images magically, causing grief
Moving when we hug, don't make it a habit
Creating a sense of fear when we embrace, don't get too comfortable with it
Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled
Work out intensively for two weeks, return with a well-defined physique
Elbows unique now, meet the new me
My elbows are distinctive now, get acquainted with the transformed version of myself
Ghetto fabulous, Ton' Atlas
Living luxuriously despite coming from the ghetto, like Tony Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's
Being part of the Zulu Nation, a prominent hip-hop organization, in the 1980s in front of Macy's department store
I start my own chapters
I create my own stories and experiences
Tyco night glow velvet pose, special effects
Striking a cool and captivating pose illuminated by Tyco night glow, like special effects
High-tech armors merc you at the shows
State-of-the-art protective gear will eliminate you at the concerts
Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious
Extremely wonderful and impressive
Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper
Appearing to be confident, while actually being unsure
Cancun, catch me in the room, eating grouper
Find me in a hotel room in Cancun, enjoying a meal of grouper fish
Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew
Go away, Wally Don Clark's crew, I don't want you here
Fuck y'all want to do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
What do you guys want to do? Let's open a beer, smoke a joint or two
And flip like
And act crazy
Killing for the whole click is sick like
Murdering people for the entire group is disturbing
You and your stank bitch eat a dick like
You and your dirty woman, go screw yourselves
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like
Hey baby, move your body, you have a curvaceous figure
Getting rich like, yeah
Becoming wealthy, yeah
"There's no love to be found"
Love cannot be found in this situation
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Reggie Noble, Dennis Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Darryl Hill, Clifford Smith, Curtis Mayfield, Robert Diggs
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