Stay True
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Oh yeah, motherfucker
It's real
Y'all niggas hold your guns
Throw your guns down, put 'em down

Yo, we in the fields with heat
You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat
We street referees, we rock
Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks
Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs
But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowing like beach nut
Call off the mutts, it's me again
Ghost, your host this evening
(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin' out tonight)
Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle
Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds
Flair-laded Gucci joints, I never wore
I might give 'em to my brother-in-law
Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrows
Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles
That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five
My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice
We guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats
Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats
Jungle in the club, we play Colombo
Frost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way
Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve
In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink
Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered
Champ room down in Vegas, vending machines
I sip Alize' compliments of E&J

The streets is rough out here
Crack game came and had its years
What is a man to do? (Brother)
(Stay true, stay true)

The streets is rough out here
Crack game came and had its years




What is a man to do? (Brother)
(Stay true, stay true)

Overall Meaning

The song "Stay True" by Ghostface Killah feat. 60 Second Assassin is a reflection on the gritty reality of street life and the need to stay true to oneself in order to survive in such an environment. The opening lines of the song set the tone for a raw and authentic depiction of the streets where holding onto one's gun is crucial for survival. Ghostface Killah's lyrics contrast the reality of street living with those who pretend to be tough but live a comfortable life. The use of thick jackets over turtlenecks and certified doctors in hoods who steal suggests a sense of duality that exists on the streets.


Throughout the song, Ghostface Killah's lyrics paint a vivid picture of a world filled with luxury and danger, where fake friends and enemies can't be distinguished. The scene at the club is an example of the dual reality that exists, where white-collar criminals mingle with street hustlers. The final verse of the song elevates the idea of staying true to one's self as the key to survival in the rough streets, where the crack game has taken its toll, and many have lost their way. In this sense, the song becomes a call to action to stay true to oneself, even in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh yeah, motherfucker
Let's get real and serious about what's happening


It's real
The situation on the streets is no joke


Y'all niggas hold your guns
Put your weapons down and stop the violence


Throw your guns down, put 'em down
Stop the killing and work together towards a better future


Yo, we in the fields with heat
We are out here in the streets with guns and danger all around us


You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat
False gangsters are only pretending and not really living the life they claim to lead


We street referees, we rock
We are the authority on these streets and call the shots


Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks
Our fashion is tough and practical for the environment we are in


Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs
Skilled criminals in our community will take what they need to survive, no matter the cost


But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowing like beach nut
Let's take a moment and appreciate the wealth some in our community have attained


Call off the mutts, it's me again)
Tell everyone to stop what they're doing, Ghostface is here


Ghost, your host this evening
I am the master of ceremonies tonight


(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin' out tonight)
Thank you all for joining us tonight


Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle
We look good and ready to party, let's socialize


Fetch me a Rémy Martin on Diamonds
Bring me a high-end liquor served in a diamond-encrusted glass


Flair-laded Gucci joints, I never wore
I have expensive clothes I haven't even worn yet


I might give 'em to my brother-in-law
I am generous to those close to me


Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrows
Expensive things come in unexpected forms; even damaged ribs can be valuable


Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles
I have access to top-notch gear and am happy to lend them out


That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five
This is how I operate, with style and confidence like the stars from Motown's famous concert


My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice
While my office may not be perfect, it suits me and my needs


We guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats
We drink expensive champagne and smoke despite the health risks


Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats
We are living a dangerous life, but still value our appearance and fashion


Jungle in the club, we play Colombo
Our wild behavior stands out at the club and attracts attention


Frost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way
We are willing to do whatever it takes to survive and succeed, even if it seems impossible


Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve
We have valuable drugs and are prepared to use them as a weapon if necessary


In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink
We may hide our vices and true intentions, appearing innocent to others


Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered
We are thoughtful and measured in our actions and words


Champ room down in Vegas, vending machines
We seek luxury experiences, even if it means spending money on vending machines


I sip Alize' compliments of E&J
I am living the high life, enjoying top-quality liquor


The streets is rough out here
The reality of living in this neighborhood is harsh and unforgiving


Crack game came and had its years
The drug industry has had a major impact on our community


What is a man to do? (Brother)
How can we succeed and survive in this environment?


(Stay true, stay true)
We must remain true to ourselves and our values to make it through these struggles




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: David Axelrod, Dennis Coles, Jason Hunter

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