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
Buckingham Palace
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em all in bad moods
Stompin' on shoes, I never lose
I don't give a fuck about how you feelin'
Got the roof on fire, lace to the ceilin'
Sexual healin', we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We bounce off of motors like West Coast hydraulics
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask and the wig and the fake dreadlocks
Bombaclat, box of ammo in the pocket
It's all fun and games till your eye's hangin' out your socket
Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face
Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face
Hey yo, I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove pot linked to the side like I'm pourin' tea
Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter ki'
In the corner, me and my dog regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee
Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face
Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop!
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile, you could be double-crossed
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died
His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied
I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
While bitches out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle
Why the fuck would I touch a THOT with some gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia
Go look it up, you don't read books enough
That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, nigga
(I'm a G, nigga)
In "Buckingham Palace," Ghostface Killah boasts about his success, wealth, and reputation in the hood. He starts off with a reference to his financial status, claiming he has $100,000 and is a top celebrity in the hood. He then moves on to sexual prowess, rapping that he's had sex with so many women it's like his rap career is never ending. He goes on to claim that he's colder than ice cubes and makes everyone in his presence unhappy by stepping on their shoes. Ultimately, he proclaims that he doesn't care how anyone feels and that he's too confident to be bothered.
Ghostface also references his crew's mentality, describing how they bring heat like a summer forecast and that they are kamikazes in the rap game. He further emphasizes his gangster status by talking about the stash of guns and drugs his crew has, and how they can shoot anyone on command. Moreover, he emphasizes the importance of being tough in his neighborhood by referring to how people fight for territory and how others use dangerous weapons like box cutters and gemstones. He emphasizes the role of Gorillas as death-threatening individuals who can frighten others who disrespect them.
Finally, Ghostface addresses his own status as a successful criminal, relying on a lawyer to deal with his problems and ensuring his area is making money. He also references his prowess as a drug dealer, rapping about how he came from selling hot cereal with roaches in it to providing the most potent drugs around. Interestingly, he finishes the song by using a play on words, using "blammer" – a term that sounds like onomatopoeia for a gunshot-like knocker – while showing his contempt for people who don't read books or understand his G-code.
Line by Line Meaning
Hunnid Gs
I have one hundred thousand dollars.
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
I am well-known in the hood and am respected for my skills.
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
I have sex with many women and my rap career has lasted a long time.
Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em all in bad moods
I am cold and distant, causing others to be in a negative mood.
Stompin' on shoes, I never lose
I am tough and always win, even if it means hurting others.
I don't give a fuck about how you feelin'
I do not care about your emotions or well-being.
Got the roof on fire, lace to the ceilin'
My success is explosive, and reaches all the way to the top.
Sexual healin', we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
We have sex regularly, and enjoy listening to Marvin Gaye while we do it.
Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift
I have two guns that are capable of causing extreme damage.
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
I have taken precautions to make sure that the sound of the gunshots is not loud.
My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
My group is dangerous and powerful, and people should be aware of us.
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We are willing to risk everything to make it big, and our rap skills are impressive.
We bounce off of motors like West Coast hydraulics
We are smooth and skilled, like the hydraulics systems found in the West Coast's cars.
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
We keep drugs hidden in a special compartment in our gun case.
Right near the mask and the wig and the fake dreadlocks
We keep our fake hair and masks nearby to conceal our identities.
Bombaclat, box of ammo in the pocket
I am carrying ammunition in my pocket, which serves as a threat.
It's all fun and games till your eye's hangin' out your socket
Things might seem like a joke, but they can quickly become violent and deadly.
Watch how you talkin' to my goons, it's gorillas
You need to be careful how you speak to my group, as they are aggressive and violent.
Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers
My group is filled with people who are skilled at shooting, and are willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space
My group is strong and competitive, and they actively compete for territory and influence.
Box cutters, gemstars'll ox your face
My group is capable of causing extreme damage using weapons like box cutters and gemstars.
Hey yo, I got a problem with authority
I do not like being told what to do by people who are in power.
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
I use lawyers to solve my problems, especially those related to legal troubles.
They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me
People are treating me poorly, even though their fathers respected me when I was younger.
I gotta make sure my corner eat
I need to make money and keep my area prosperous.
Over the stove pot linked to the side like I'm pourin' tea
I am cooking drugs and making money, doing so as easily as I would pour tea.
Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats
I am a Black man driving an expensive foreign car, which has emblems all over.
Either you a hustler or a thief
In this life, you are either working hard to make money, or you are stealing.
All I needed was a quarter ki'
I only needed to sell a quarter of a kilogram to make a lot of money.
In the corner, me and my dog regulated like Warren G
Me and my friend are in our own corner, controlling our area like Warren G controlled his music.
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
I made a lot of profit on drugs, even though I purchased them at a low price.
Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
I transported the drugs from Miami to Pennsylvania like Ross and Meek did.
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
I had sex with someone else's girlfriend for a week.
She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
She holds my weapons and drugs for me, and in exchange, I provide her with sex.
You talk slick but can't afford to be
You may act tough, but you do not have the resources to back it up.
And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be
We do not consider it a real fight until we have hurt your loved ones.
Step on work with foreign sneaks
I am walking on drugs with imported sneakers.
Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee
All of my possessions are imported, including my girlfriend who looks like Kimora Lee Simmons.
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
I have a bandana tied around my gun, which I use to shoot.
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop!
The nozzle on my gun is like the nostril of a person, and I use it to shoot people.
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile, you could be double-crossed
I may seem aggressive, but if you double-cross me, I will retaliate.
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
I will come after you through your religious leader, showing you the power of the Pentecostal gospel.
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
I am displaying my Black C.O.B. gang affiliation by hanging my flag on the left side.
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
The sound of my music is spreading throughout the Westside.
Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died
I raided the location where I keep my drugs after I learned that my supplier died.
His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied
My supplier's wife was killed in a Columbian necktie-style execution.
I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo
I used to be poor, eating cereal with roaches in it, but now I am a successful rapper with great music.
But culture vultures don't hear me though
People who are only interested in profiting off of Black culture do not appreciate my talent.
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
I am better and more successful than STDs that are too powerful to be cured.
While bitches out here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle
While women are out here with STDs, I am successful like Moses and his miraculous burning bush.
Why the fuck would I touch a THOT with some gonorrhea?
Why would I have sex with a promiscuous woman who has an STD like gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blammer, that's onomatopoeia
I provide her with my penis, which I call my blammer because of the noise it makes.
Go look it up, you don't read books enough
I am challenging others to read more books to understand the meaning of words like onomatopoeia.
That's why Crooked's up in your Mamma Mia, I'm a G, nigga
That is why rapper Crooked I is hanging out with your mom, and proves that I am a true gangster.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: David Dennis Coles, Dominick Wickliffe, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Juston Christopher Harrell
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@televizor
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dickin' chicks like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes
I got 'em all in bad moods
[?] shoes, I never move
I don't give a fuck about how you feelin'
Got the roof on fire, [?] to the ceilin'
Sexual healin', [?] on that Marvin Gay shit
Got two Blackberrys [?] that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast
We kamikazes, microphone aeronautics
We bounce off of motors like westcoast hydraulics
Narcotics, we keep a stash in the gun box
Right near the mask, and the wig, and the fake dreadlocks
Bombaklat, box of ammo in the pocket
It's all for the gangstas, your eyes hangin' out your sockets
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Watch how you talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas, shooters, ruthless, all types of killas
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space
Box cutters, [?] stars'll [?] your face
Watch how you talkin' to my goons
It's guerillas, shooters, ruthless, all types of killas
Hunger Game shit, they fightin' for block space
Box cutters, [?] stars'll [?] your face
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh & B.E.N.N.Y. The Butcher]
Hey yo
I got a problem with authority
Lawyers handle problems accordingly
They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove pot linked to the side like I'm pourin' tea
Black man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter key
In the corner, me and my dog regulated like Warren G
Sold it hot but I bought it cheap
Gotta [?] Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrow your bitch for a week
She hold my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where you daughters be
Step on work with foreign sneaks
Everything foreign so my bitch look like Kimora Lee
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] X 1
[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED]
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
The nozzle is the nostrel of the Roscoe, pop pop!
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile
You could be double crossed by your Apostle
That's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.D. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmopshere, the atlas here is westside
Ran up in the stash spot when I heard my connect died
His wife is Columbian, got Columbian neck tied
I went from roaches in the cereal to flowin' the most ferocious in your stereo
But culture vultures don't hear me though
Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal
Why bitches our here with a burnin' bush like the Moses miracle
Why the fuck would I touch a THOT with some gonorrhea?
I give her the hammer, I call it a blamma
That's onamonapia, go look it up
You don't read books enough
That's why Crooked's up in your mamma mia
I'mma G, nigga
@InvadersMustDie1918
Ghost never disappoints. Same high quality from Ironman till now.
@simonefaggiani119
Ghost has the most consistent discography in hip hop, which is amazing considering he's put out 12 solo albums, 5 collaborations and 7 wu tang albums. Has to be top 10 in anyone's list, and is in my personal top 5. 25 years later and still dropping absolute heat as can be seen by this track.
@turtleanton6539
And Mef
@agfromdai.e3806
13 solo albums now
@truman5838
Not feeling his verse in this song
@loudiamonds6587
INDEED.
Ghostthagoat
@loudiamonds6587
INDEED.
Ghostthagoat
@kasiminiflavar74
This is real hip-hop,ghostface does'nt lack vocabulary to express himself..his flow is like a hot knife through butter..
@Yesnog05
The beat and the verses on this track are fucking FIRE!!! So glad theres still this kind of hip hope in the 2010's
@metalfacedoom4820
KXNG CROOK holds his own! Ghost, a Killah as usual.