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
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Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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Stepping out the crib like I'm sixed up, don't get it mixed up
Even if I'm shaking your hand, I'm still gripped up
With two spots left, yeah, we still bricked up
Trees pine, gleem no seed, young boys feeling they self, they must be on E's
Me? I stay outted out, boating on oceans
He banging my old chick, and he mad open
Think I smell the goons, they been business since the Tunnel days
Somebody yelled out 'ballin'
In two seconds, lord, they was up on 'em
That voice, should of slowed down, baby
Now what we gon' tell his lady
Jaw on the floor, looking all crazy
A lot of vicks been going down in here, lately
In 2012, the DJ is still recognized as the crowd controller
The record breaking, keep the bottles popping and all the ass shaking
[Chorus]
It's that Wu shit, it's that movement
It's the Wu shit, in the house
Yo, should I talk about all the jewels I wore on my neck
While you had to tuck your little shit in out of respect
I'm a done, rebel out of Staten Island projects
I dare y'all to come in my projects
Leave with no head, no neck
You thought I was Flex, the way I bombed the set
In the hallway, banger house, smelling like cake
Tongueing bitches down, most of them got scraped
Watch how I move the crowd, I'm a make 'em, make 'em clap to this
No shit, no doubt
Two shots of Hennessey, ladies want Goose
Earlier them fronting niggas, now they want a truce
Mami got a bubble in her Jimmy Choo shoe
When I go and kick it, she's a goodie two-shoe?
Yeah, right, daddy got bread
Like J. Holiday, I wanna put you to bed
Tell me your girlfriends, kicks, don't let it go to your head
Walking around in your cheap ass threads
Get away from me, stinky
[Chorus]
Yeah, yo, I spit lines from the rubble room
Bottom line, I kick mines, like a mother's womb
I'm, still in my prime, fuck them other dudes
No biting's the rule, but we can eat each others food
Flash a camera at the all time great
Single handing increase New York's crime rate
That's why I love it in the Empire State
The city where your fat ass can still find weight
But y'all ain't getting it, the game is different
And in the recession, a lot of veterans is quitting it
Every day I'm living it, your boy got blunts
Fighting after school, a lot of y'all got jumped
Staten Island, bro, ratchet under my coat, potato salads so
And we silencing that, just every day challenge us
Check a nigga out of respect, I'm spectacular, this the Massacre
The "It's That Wu Sh*t" song by Ghostface Killah and Method Man is a story of life in the projects, where people must always be on their guard. Most of the time, the singer is drinking or under the influence of other drugs and always armed with a gun. The song's chorus, "It's that Wu sh*t," can be interpreted as a call to arms or a warning to potential intruders. The lyrics describe some violence, with someone being caught out by some people with knives and the possibility that they might be killed. The song also mentions the DJ's role in controlling crowds, keeping the party moving, and providing an experience that would last for years to come.
The song's title refers to the Wu Tang Clan, a hip-hop group from Staten Island, New York. The group is known for providing gritty and raw lyrics that describe life in the city's projects. Ghostface Killah and Method Man are both members of the Wu Tang Clan, so "It's That Wu Sh*t" is a call back to the group and its legacy.
Line by Line Meaning
O, most of the time, yo, I'm flicked up
I'm usually high, and ready for anything.
Stepping out the crib like I'm sixed up, don't get it mixed up
I'm leaving my home feeling confident and prepared.
Even if I'm shaking your hand, I'm still gripped up
I'm always ready and armed, even in a friendly situation.
With two spots left, yeah, we still bricked up
Despite limited space, I'm always equipped with what I need.
Trees pine, gleem no seed, young boys feeling they self, they must be on E's
The weed is so potent, and the young men are feeling themselves too much.
Me? I stay outted out, boating on oceans
I'm always busy and enjoying life, especially sailing.
He banging my old chick, and he mad open
My ex-girlfriend is now with someone else, and he's bragging about it.
Think I smell the goons, they been business since the Tunnel days
I think I smell my enemies, who have been around since the days of the Tunnel nightclub.
Shanks out, they ready to move
They have their knives ready and are ready to attack.
Somebody yelled out 'ballin'
Someone shouted about a basketball game or being rich.
In two seconds, lord, they was up on 'em
Immediately, they were on top of the person who yelled out.
That voice, should of slowed down, baby
That person should have kept their mouth shut.
Now what we gon' tell his lady
What will we say to his girlfriend or wife about what happened?
Jaw on the floor, looking all crazy
The person is shocked and confused, looking crazy.
A lot of vicks been going down in here, lately
There have been many robberies and crimes committed in this area recently.
In 2012, the DJ is still recognized as the crowd controller
Even in modern times, the DJ still has the power to control the crowd.
The record breaking, keep the bottles popping and all the ass shaking
Playing popular songs keeps people dancing and drinking.
Yo, should I talk about all the jewels I wore on my neck
Should I brag about the expensive jewelry I wear?
While you had to tuck your little shit in out of respect
You had to hide your inferior jewelry out of embarrassment.
I'm a done, rebel out of Staten Island projects
I'm a finished product, a rebel from the public housing projects of Staten Island.
I dare y'all to come in my projects
I challenge anyone to come into my projects and try to defeat me.
Leave with no head, no neck
You'll be decapitated if you mess with me.
You thought I was Flex, the way I bombed the set
You might think I'm a popular DJ named Flex, with how I'm controlling this concert.
In the hallway, banger house, smelling like cake
There's a party in the hallway, and it smells like someone is baking a cake.
Tongueing bitches down, most of them got scraped
I've been making out with many women, and some of them have gotten injured.
Watch how I move the crowd, I'm a make 'em, make 'em clap to this
I'm going to control the crowd and make them dance.
No shit, no doubt
Without a doubt.
Two shots of Hennessey, ladies want Goose
Two shots of Hennessey liquor makes women want Grey Goose vodka.
Earlier them fronting niggas, now they want a truce
The guys who were acting tough before now want to make peace.
Mami got a bubble in her Jimmy Choo shoe
The woman is attractive and has a bubble in her expensive Jimmy Choo brand shoe.
When I go and kick it, she's a goodie two-shoe?
Will she still act innocent and pure when I spend time around her?
Yeah, right, daddy got bread
Yeah, okay, I'm rich.
Like J. Holiday, I wanna put you to bed
Like the singer J. Holiday, I want to have sex with you.
Tell me your girlfriends, kicks, don't let it go to your head
Tell your friends about my expensive shoes, but don't become too proud.
Walking around in your cheap ass threads
You're wearing cheap clothing.
Get away from me, stinky
Stay away from me, smelling bad.
Yeah, yo, I spit lines from the rubble room
I'm rapping from the basement of a building with a rundown appearance.
Bottom line, I kick mines, like a mother's womb
I rap skillfully, like a fetus kicking in its mother's womb.
I'm, still in my prime, fuck them other dudes
I'm still at my peak, and better than other rappers.
No biting's the rule, but we can eat each others food
Plagiarism is not allowed, but we can still benefit from each other's strengths.
Flash a camera at the all time great
Take a photo of me, one of the greatest rappers of all time.
Single handing increase New York's crime rate
By myself, I'm responsible for making criminal activity more prominent in New York City.
That's why I love it in the Empire State
That's why I love living and performing in New York.
The city where your fat ass can still find weight
Even if you're overweight, you can still find acceptance and success here.
But y'all ain't getting it, the game is different
You don't understand, the rap game has changed.
And in the recession, a lot of veterans is quitting it
During the recession, many experienced rappers are leaving the game.
Every day I'm living it, your boy got blunts
I live my life to the fullest, and I like smoking marijuana.
Fighting after school, a lot of y'all got jumped
In the past, many of you got into fights after school, and some of you were attacked by groups of people.
Staten Island, bro, ratchet under my coat, potato salads so
I'm from Staten Island, where I carry a gun with me, and the potato salad is delicious.
And we silencing that, just every day challenge us
We're taking care of our problems, and every day presents new obstacles.
Check a nigga out of respect, I'm spectacular, this the Massacre
I'm checking someone due to respect, and I'm amazing. This is like a massacre.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Written by: MARC SHEMER, DALE FRASHUER, CLIFFORD SMITH, PAUL LEKA, DENNIS COLES, GARY DECARLO, CARLOS JIMINEZ, LAWRENCE MACK, REGGIE HOBODY
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