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
Stay True ft. 60 Second
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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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
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 Rémy 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)
The song Stay True by Ghostface Killah opens with the artist urging his listeners to put their guns down and stay true. The lyrics are a commentary on the harsh realities of life on the streets, as he describes how fake people eat “kid meals” while he and his crew are in the fields with heat. He portrays himself and his crew as street referees, rocking jean jackets, thick shirts, and turtlenecks. They are certified doctors in hoods who will steal all your techs. The lyrics are a reminder of the danger and violence that permeate urban communities, where people have to take extreme measures to survive.
As the song progresses, Ghostface describes the luxurious lifestyle that he and his crew enjoy, with Babyface money blowing like beach nut. He gives us a glimpse into his fashion sense, describing how he rocks Gucci joints, Flair-laided Gucci joints that he has never worn, and other expensive accessories. He hints at his philanthropic side, saying he might give some of his things to his brother-in-law. The song comes to an end with Ghostface urging his listeners to stay true, despite the roughness of the streets and the crack game that came and had us years.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh yeah, motherfucker
I am serious with what I am about to speak.
It's real
I mean what I say.
Y'all niggas hold your guns
Put your weapons down.
Throw your guns down, put 'em down
Lower your weapons and stop fighting.
Yo, we in the fields with heat
We are in a dangerous place armed with our weapons.
You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat
You pretend to be tough, but in reality, you are weak.
We street referees, we rock
We are the bosses on the streets.
Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks
We wear stylish clothes that make us look cool.
Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs
We are skilled in stealing technology.
But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowing like beach nut
Let's capture this moment because I have a lot of money to spend.
Call off the mutts, it's me again
Stop fighting, I am here to take over as the leader.
Ghost, your host this evening
I am the one in charge tonight.
(Ladies and gents I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonite)
Thank you all for coming tonight.
Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle
Let's have a good time and socialize with each other.
Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds
Bring me a fancy drink.
Flair-laided Gucci joints, I never wore
I have expensive clothes I have not worn yet.
I might give 'em to my brother-in-law
I might give them away as a gift.
Fitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrows
I have expensive possessions, even a dish that is worth more than priceless archaeological bones.
Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles
I can borrow expensive jewelry and accessories.
That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five
This is how I live my life, like a king in Motown.
My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice
My office is cool and classically smooth like Smokey's voice.
We guzzle Dom's, smoke the scratchy throats
We drink Dom Perignon champagne and smoke excessively.
Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats
We live dangerously and wear fancy clothes and accessories.
Jungle in the club, we play Colombo
We party hard and play detective games.
Frost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky way
I eat snow cones that are frozen like space.
Ice on the floor, El-Producto in the sleeve
There's ice on the ground and in my pockets, just like a cigar called 'El-Producto' in my suit's sleeve.
In the seam of his mink, he said "Don't drink"
Decorative fur hides something important, like when someone tells you not to drink.
Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered
He was thoughtful before speaking, and walked like he was in charge.
Champ room down in Vegas, vending machines
There's a fun and fancy room in Las Vegas with vending machines.
I sip Alize' compliments of E&J
I drink a fancy alcohol called Alize' given to me as a gift.
[Chorus: x2]
The streets are dangerous, but we can stay true to ourselves by being strong.
The streets is rough out here
Living on the streets can be dangerous.
Crack game came and had us years
The crack cocaine epidemic caused us pain and suffering for years.
What is a man to do? (Brother)
What can a person do in this situation?
(Stay true, stay true)
Stay strong and don't give up.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: David Axelrod, Dennis Coles, Jason Hunter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
RoundShots
I had this album when it first came out and listening to it again after so many years I appreciate it alot more than back then.
James Dowling
I was living it in my early 20
Mario Lee
Likewise My niggas in High school (Chicago) called me NY cause I had this dead prez, The Chef, Nas all in my C.D case
UndergroundRap4eva
One of the sickest sapmles to rep Black Rob's lookin at us. RIP Rob.
Trejos Mata
elevation... elevation... elevation inspectah !!
Dave Morman
Tired of trials and tribulations it seems like life is hell dreams the only way of escaping two worlds that's beyond imagination I know a place I can take ya there through elevation
Dj Junior del Guaguanco
I love this song!
Ronnie Smith
Seriously ghosts storytelling and lyricism are unparalleled.
Strabo
The flows too
Bob Fole
BABYFACE MONEY BLOWIN' LIKE BEECHNUT