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
Cocaine Trafficking
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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(Check this shit out, nigga, I got a bust for you
Some major niggaz from New York, slinging rocks over here, majorly)
Where they at? Get that gun, where them matches at, come on!
Ghostface Killah
Cocaine trafficking, your boy's back again
Moving bricks like I got a degree in scaffolding
Cool white boys riding around, blasting my music
And I'm taxin' them like Jackson-Hewitt, make sure them packs is moving
We out in Baltimore, the home of the Bruins
Up top the cops raiding my spot, my product got ruined
Drug case pending, but my lawyer is suing
Cuz them faggots put my arm in a tussle, let me start in the scuffle
Son, they tried to put the God in a duffle
But them boys can't knock the hustle, like Hov' said
We expose fed, nigga, just give me the code red
They say a close mouth don't get fed, well that's a lie
Cuz them faggots who be snitching on niggaz, they sure to die
You don't want to wake up, with your seed in a cradle missing
Sweating bullets hearing wheels peel off from Mercedes engines
Trife da God
Aiyo, these blocks ain't big enough for all of us to eat
These corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
It's like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
Aiyo, these blocks ain't big enough for all of us to eat
These corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
It's like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
Yeah I write raps, but I sling crack for a living
Punk, anywhere, I ain't gotta ask for permission
Trife Dies', know the fiends can't miss him
Everyday on the shift, like transmission, making them transitions
From New York to Great Britain, up state to San Quinton
Every corner, every block, from Broad Street to Van Sithlin
The grand picture, haul ass when them vans blitz in
Watch for police, the word on the street is your man's snitching
I'm rider like Pac, ain't no stopping my ambitions
Getting money, twenty four seven, bredren, my hand's itching
Got me looking through the eye of the scope, and real killas move smooth
With a quiet approach, silencers on the tools when they fire the toast
And if you ain't dead or in jail, then why the hell you crying you broke
I tell a bitch, let me slide in your throat
And have her gnawning on my head like she high off of dope, get it? good
Aiyo, these blocks ain't big enough for all of us to eat
These corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
It's like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
Aiyo, these blocks ain't big enough for all of us to eat
These corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
It's like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Theodore, nigga...
The lyrics to Ghostface Killah & Trife da God's song "Cocaine Trafficking" tell the story of two drug dealers who are involved in the cocaine business. The song depicts their struggle and the trials and tribulations they face in their line of work, such as rival drug dealers and corrupt police officers. Ghostface Killah talks about moving bricks like he has a degree in scaffolding and working with half-Jewish cool white boys while taxing them like Jackson-Hewitt. He narrates his experience of being raided by cops and having his products ruined, leading to a drug case pending while he sues his lawyer. He also speaks about being put in a tussle by the police and warned about snitches who end up dead. Trife da God, on the other hand, speaks about his experiences of being a drug dealer who writes raps. He describes himself as every day on the shift, making transitions from New York to Great Britain, everywhere from Broad Street to Van Sithlin. He also uses metaphors to describe the lifestyle of a drug dealer, comparing it to living in jail, where you have to earn your keep.
The song tells the story of two drug dealers' experiences, which gives the listener a glimpse into the harsh reality of the drug business. It highlights the struggles that dealers face, such as being pursued by the police, dealing with rival gangs, and corrupt officials. The lyrics also shine a light on the violent underbelly of the trade, where drug dealers have to take extreme measures to ensure their success, including resorting to violence.
Line by Line Meaning
Cocaine trafficking, your boy's back again
I'm back to selling cocaine again
Moving bricks like I got a degree in scaffolding
I'm able to move large amounts of cocaine with ease
Fucking with some cats from Newark, half of them Jewish
I'm working with a group of people from Newark, some of whom are Jewish
Cool white boys riding around, blasting my music
White guys are listening to my music while we do business together
And I'm taxin' them like Jackson-Hewitt, make sure them packs is moving
I'm charging them high prices and ensuring that the cocaine is being sold quickly
We out in Baltimore, the home of the Bruins
We're currently in Baltimore, where the Bruins are from
Up top the cops raiding my spot, my product got ruined
The police did a raid on my location, destroying my cocaine
Drug case pending, but my lawyer is suing
I have a pending drug case, but I'm suing those who arrested me
Cuz them faggots put my arm in a tussle, let me start in the scuffle
The police put me in a physical confrontation, so I fought back
Son, they tried to put the God in a duffle
The police tried to put me in a body bag
But them boys can't knock the hustle, like Hov' said
My business will continue to thrive despite police interference
We expose fed, nigga, just give me the code red
We reveal those who work with the police, so tell me if there's danger
They say a close mouth don't get fed, well that's a lie
The idea that keeping quiet will help you is not true
Cuz them faggots who be snitching on niggaz, they sure to die
Those who snitch on us are likely to be killed
You don't want to wake up, with your seed in a cradle missing
You don't want to risk someone kidnapping your child
Sweating bullets hearing wheels peel off from Mercedes engines
Feeling anxious and scared as you hear the sound of a Mercedes leaving
Aiyo, these blocks ain't big enough for all of us to eat
There's not enough resources for all of us to succeed in this business
These corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
I control these street corners, so either submit to me or suffer the consequences
It's like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
Survival in this business requires hard work and determination
Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
Be ready for police interference and the implementation of new laws
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Miscellaneous vocalizations
Contributed by Annabelle S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.