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
Drama Feat Joell Ortiz and the Game
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit man?
Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin' paranoid and shh
Get your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin' and shit nigga
Yo, yo, it was the night before he got popped
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm ridin on ? in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records
Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John ?
Benatar rockin' some frames and fake guns when they rob Sha Born
'Til then they snatch you, axe you
Play the squid-ad, we gettin' at you
And we don't wanna rap to you, it's not kosher
It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya
I get a lil' closer
Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over!
Hopin' you fall for the bait, thinkin' you safe
Have that ass sweatin' like T.D. Jakes
I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your Momma
Now that's drama
Uh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper, glock with the laser
Tryin' my best not to pop yet but the drop is major
Shot my lil' cous', I do my art to favor, watch this
I never been this itchy, hope these cops just
Get a donut urge and just splurge, you got the nerve to play third?
In a softball tournament round my waist, yeah that's ya word
You bird, I'll put your beak on the curb but anyway
Looks like a good game, the pigs ain't leavin' so I'mma lay
Nice play, just too bad it's your last
Couple bundles of D, and 200 cash that sat you in the grass
I watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the game's over
Faggot nigga hopped in the Liberty, fake Range Rover
I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty
Palmin' on a 40, broad day I'm tryin' to dodge a cover story
Look like he stoppin for gas, I'mma pluck 'em, yay
This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day
Two brothers come out 7/11 in Army wear and stand there
I'm actin' like my tires need air
He close the gas cap, too many things goin' his way
So I just cash that, y'all probably think I'm buggin' but hey
I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday, he ain't goin' nowhere
I went home, switch gear, went out and grabbed me a beer
Ten drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper
Look left and see partner, I hit the stash Blaka!
Now that's drama
Who the fuck you think you is, Ron O'Neal?
Tat-tat, what the fuck when that 9-milli peel
(Is it real?) Realer than Pittsburg (Steel)
Yo Ghost pass the toast, these niggas is daffodils
Got butt-naked bitches countin' half a mil', gloves on
Fully dressed bitches watchin' them, with they snubs on
While I'm in the kitchen pretendin' to be Raekwon
Watchin' Rachael Ray all day, I get my cake on
Fiends love me like a Drake song
Rep that Lou' Vuitton Bottom in my back pocket all day long
Black Wall Mafia, Wu-Tang Sopranos
Niggas say they pushin' keys but we don't see pianos
Niggas say they pushin' Phantoms, we don't see the opera
Niggas steady rockin' dreads, you ain't even rasta
Take your New Era off, and reveal
The faggot nigga you are or your cap gettin' peeled
Then we out to Brazil, I know niggas in Negril
that'll chop your fuckin' head off, and throw it on the grill
Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill
Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real
Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson
It's 2010, how the fuck we get six Thompsons?
Top 10, how the fuck you gon' forget Compton?
Every rapper on your list'll get they shit stomped in
I started Su-Wu, I'm the reason for that 5 shit
Came in the game, on that fuckin' "Ready to Die" shit
Sold 9 mil', ended up on some fly shit
Naked pictures, R&B bitches all in my Sidekick
How I be killin' the pussy, should be a hate crime
Got a Blackberry, was gettin' too much face time
Back to fuckin' project bitches, now I hate dimes
All they want is money my nigga, I can't waste mine
I son/sun niggas like it's daytime
Gray cotton Louie sweatsuit, with the Ralph Lauren waistline
Smooth as a baby's ass, and I got that Baby cash
Catch me in the hood, same deals Old Navy had
Motherfuckers
The lyrics to Ghostface Killah's song Drama Feat Joell Ortiz and the Game are quite complex and vividly describe an intense scenario. The first verse describes a scene where someone is smoking weed and getting paranoid, while also confronting someone who has their feet on the table. The second verse talks about a night before someone got arrested, where there was a lot of drugs and guns present. The third verse talks about criminal activities and how the characters are prepared to take violent actions if necessary.
The song takes on a gritty and raw tone and is full of street slang and references that may not be familiar to everyone. The use of slang and street language makes the lyrics feel authentic and adds to the overall mood of the song. The lyrics also provide insight into the harsh realities of life in the streets and the dangers that come with it.
Ultimately, the song is a powerful and impactful piece of art that tells a vivid story of life in the streets. The lyrics are masterfully crafted and provide a glimpse into a world that many people may never experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Aiyo, where the fuck is that blunt at?
Hey, where is the joint we were smoking?
Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit man?
Are you guys hogging it?
Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin' paranoid and shh
Just two hits and you start getting paranoid
Get your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Get your feet off my table!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Do you think you're at home with that cheap fur coat?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin' and shit nigga
That fur coat looks like it's about to bite something
Yo, yo, it was the night before he got popped
It was the night before he got shot
Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
There were big jars of marijuana, a Cheech and Chong bong in the place
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas
There were Tropicana juice, strawberries, and diced bananas
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
There was a long bottle of alcohol next to some crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
There was a lot of noise in 2008, and people were betting $1000 per game
I'm ridin on ? in the love seat, sunk deep
I'm riding on something in a love seat, fully relaxed
Long nigga bustin' out they punk heat
Tall guys were pulling out their guns violently
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
I will cause a massacre if someone tries to rob one of my friends
But I ain't wettin' that
But I'm not worried about it
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
I don't want to hurt anyone and pretend it's necessary
Promise you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
I promise you, I have something that will honor you, God
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
I will shoot you in the head while you tie your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
But in the kitchen, there were Pyrex dishes
Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records
The twins, who were bank robbers with criminal records, were in there
Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John ?
They had bulletproof vests and guns from 1986
Benatar rockin' some frames and fake guns when they rob Sha Born
Benatar was wearing frames and fake guns when they robbed someone named Sha Born
'Til then they snatch you, axe you
Until then, they will snatch you and question you
Play the squid-ad, we gettin' at you
Act like a fool, and we will come after you
And we don't wanna rap to you, it's not kosher
We don't want to talk to you, it's not appropriate
It's not a code in la costa nostra to roast ya
We don't have a rule in the mafia to humiliate you
I get a lil' closer
I get a little closer
Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over!
I will seduce you, like I do with these young girls who come over!
Hopin' you fall for the bait, thinkin' you safe
Hoping you will fall for my trap, thinking you are safe
Have that ass sweatin' like T.D. Jakes
Make you sweat like T.D. Jakes
I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your Momma
I want the money, and you non-believers can ask your Mom
Now that's drama
That's what I call drama
Uh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper, glock with the laser
I got a dollar ice from the store, papi gave me the scraper and a Glock with a laser
Tryin' my best not to pop yet but the drop is major
I'm trying not to shoot yet, but the situation is serious
Shot my lil' cous', I do my art to favor, watch this
I shot my little cousin, doing it to help him out, watch this
I never been this itchy, hope these cops just
I've never been this nervous, I hope the cops just
Get a donut urge and just splurge, you got the nerve to play third?
Get a sudden urge for donuts and just leave, do you have the audacity to play third?
In a softball tournament round my waist, yeah that's ya word
I have a softball tournament belt around my waist, yes, that's the truth
You bird, I'll put your beak on the curb but anyway
You coward, I'll put your face on the ground but anyway
Looks like a good game, the pigs ain't leavin' so I'mma lay
The game looks interesting, but the cops won't leave, so I'll stay
Nice play, just too bad it's your last
Nice play, it's just too bad it's your last
Couple bundles of D, and 200 cash that sat you in the grass
I had a few bundles of drugs and $200 that made you sit on the ground
I watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the game's over
I watch the teams line up and shake hands, I guess the game is over
Faggot nigga hopped in the Liberty, fake Range Rover
That idiot hopped in his Liberty car, pretending it's a Range Rover
I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty
I'm following him closely, like Sonic, you shorty
Palmin' on a 40, broad day I'm tryin' to dodge a cover story
Holding a 40-ounce beer, trying to avoid making news
Look like he stoppin for gas, I'mma pluck 'em, yay
He looks like he's stopping for gas, I'm going to rob him
This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day
This had to be his luckiest unlucky day
Two brothers come out 7/11 in Army wear and stand there
Two brothers wearing Army uniforms come out of 7/11 and stand there
I'm actin' like my tires need air
I pretended like my tires had low air pressure
He close the gas cap, too many things goin' his way
He closed the gas cap, things were going too well for him
So I just cash that, y'all probably think I'm buggin' but hey
So, I just give up, you probably think I'm crazy, but hey
I know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday, he ain't goin' nowhere
I know the games in Lindsay Park happen every Sunday, he's not leaving
I went home, switch gear, went out and grabbed me a beer
I went home, changed my clothes, and went to get a beer
Ten drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper
After ten drinks, I'm at the Burger King window ordering a Whopper
Look left and see partner, I hit the stash Blaka!
I looked to the left and saw my friend, I reached for the hidden gun
Now that's drama
Now that's what I call drama
Who the fuck you think you is, Ron O'Neal?
Who do you think you are, Ron O'Neal?
Tat-tat, what the fuck when that 9-milli peel
Bang bang, when that 9-milli (gun) shoots
(Is it real?) Realer than Pittsburg (Steel)
Yes, it's real, even more real than the Pittsburg Steelers
Yo Ghost pass the toast, these niggas is daffodils
Yo Ghost, pass me the gun, these guys are soft
Got butt-naked bitches countin' half a mil', gloves on
I have naked women counting half a million dollars with gloves on
Fully dressed bitches watchin' them, with they snubs on
Fully dressed women are watching them with their guns
While I'm in the kitchen pretendin' to be Raekwon
Meanwhile, I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon
Watchin' Rachael Ray all day, I get my cake on
I'm watching Rachael Ray all day and making money
Fiends love me like a Drake song
Drug addicts love me like they love a Drake song
Rep that Lou' Vuitton Bottom in my back pocket all day long
I proudly represent Louis Vuitton in my back pocket all day
Black Wall Mafia, Wu-Tang Sopranos
I'm part of the Black Wall Mafia and the Wu-Tang Sopranos
Niggas say they pushin' keys but we don't see pianos
Some guys say they are drug dealers, but we don't see any pianos
Niggas say they pushin' Phantoms, we don't see the opera
Some guys say they have luxury cars, but we don't see the opera
Niggas steady rockin' dreads, you ain't even rasta
Some guys wear dreadlocks, but they're not even Rasta
Take your New Era off, and reveal
Take off your New Era hat and show
The faggot nigga you are or your cap gettin' peeled
The gay guy you are or your head getting shot
Then we out to Brazil, I know niggas in Negril that'll chop your fuckin' head off, and throw it on the grill
Then we go to Brazil, I know guys in Negril who would cut your head off and grill it
Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill
Take the gold from your mouth and throw it in their grill
Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real
Send one of your fingers to your mother to let her know it's real
Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson
We are in the field like Chris Johnson (NFL player)
It's 2010, how the fuck we get six Thompsons?
It's 2010, how the fuck do we have six Thompson submachine guns?
Top 10, how the fuck you gon' forget Compton?
Top 10, how can you forget about Compton?
Every rapper on your list'll get they shit stomped in
Every rapper on your list will get beaten up
I started Su-Wu, I'm the reason for that 5 shit
I started the Su-Wu gang sign, I'm the reason behind it
Came in the game, on that fuckin' 'Ready to Die' shit
I came into the rap game with the same intensity as 'Ready to Die' by The Notorious B.I.G.
Sold 9 mil', ended up on some fly shit
I sold 9 million records and ended up living a luxurious lifestyle
Naked pictures, R&B bitches all in my Sidekick
I have naked pictures and R&B girls in my Sidekick phone
How I be killin' the pussy, should be a hate crime
How I have sex with women, it should be considered a hate crime
Got a Blackberry, was gettin' too much face time
I had a Blackberry phone, but I was spending too much time talking to girls
Back to fuckin' project bitches, now I hate dimes
Now I'm back to having sex with girls from the projects, I don't like the high-class ones
All they want is money my nigga, I can't waste mine
All they want is money, I can't waste mine on them
I son/sun niggas like it's daytime
I dominate guys like it's daytime
Gray cotton Louie sweatsuit, with the Ralph Lauren waistline
I wear a gray Louis Vuitton sweatsuit with a waistline from Ralph Lauren
Smooth as a baby's ass, and I got that Baby cash
I'm as smooth as a baby's ass, and I have a lot of cash
Catch me in the hood, same deals Old Navy had
You can find me in the neighborhood with the same cheap deals Old Navy had
Motherfuckers
Motherfuckers
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR, DENNIS COLES, LEVAR COPPIN, DELANO MATTHEWS, JOELL ORTIZ
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