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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What it do family?
[Chorus]
We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies
We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz
And I'm infatuated with money like ? grabs
Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like Grimace
Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace
Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political
Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital
It's a miracle, we gettin'' rich, offa visuals
Millionaires open doors, split them residuals
And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans
Steady blowin' cream by the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
So I'ma tear ass on that field
The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades
Diamonds lookin' like I flossed in a cascade
[Chorus]
Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day
You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please come out and play
They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's
I'm comin' where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray, hey!
Motherfucker what'chu lookin' at? The crook's back
Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggas let it clap
Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggas keep it real
Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little hideout
? Rose, Donnie cake, souflee
M6, no top on it, toupee
Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray
Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit
Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick
Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked
Street bullies blastin', you ain't gotta ask it
Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket
[Chorus]
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Well I'm gone are you gonna miss me when I leave?
Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez
See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggas need green
We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams
Came a long way, don't fuck that bread up in between
Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock
It's more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off
Like his name dropped, that's when that thang pop
Y'all niggas thought once too much, that's why your brain stopped
Lock and load both of them 40's I make the place hot
You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops
Out the window here's another bomb let that bass drop
[Chorus]
The song "Street Bullies" by Ghostface Killah feat. Sheek Louch Wiggs & Sun God is a rap song that talks about the hustle and hard life on the streets. The song starts with the chorus that talks about how they are "street bullies for cheddar" and how they spend their money on women and luxury. They are the "kings and Yankees" and their flow is "vicious" and "melodic." The first verse talks about how they are gifted in vocabulary and infatuated with money. They smoke weed, burn spinach to keep up their flows, and even Barack Obama watches "The Wire" because the streets are political. They are now millionaires and still don't know how to act, spending $5000 on jeans and blowing money without much thought. The second verse is more intense and talks about guns, gangs, and violence. They are coming to get people who have crossed them, and they don't hesitate to use their guns. They are the "street bullies" who "blast" and "put you in a casket." The song ends with a reference to Q-Tip's "Can I Kick It?" and how they are gone, leaving with tricks up their sleeves.
Line by Line Meaning
Geah! Aiyyo Starks, what up?
Greetings! Hey Starks, what's going on?
What it do family?
How are you doing, my family?
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word
We are tough, unyielding individuals who work hard for our money
Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves
We enjoy drinking expensive alcohol and showing off our wealth by spending it on attractive women
We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees
We represent the youthful voice of the streets and we are powerful like the ruling class of the New York Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies
Our rhymes are brutal, as you can hear when you listen to our lyrics
We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz
We have a talent for using words in a way that electrifies and energizes the streets
And I'm infatuated with money like ? grabs
I am obsessed with money and am constantly grasping for it
Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like Grimace
I smoke so much high-grade marijuana that my skin turns purple like the McDonald's character Grimace
Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace
I smoke weed to keep my creativity flowing and to enhance my rhymes, but it also causes me to act like a troublemaker
Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political
Even President Obama is aware of the political and social issues affecting the streets, as evidenced by his love for the TV show 'The Wire'
Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital
See how much the world has changed since 1989, from analog to digital
It's a miracle, we gettin'' rich, offa visuals
It's amazing that we are becoming wealthy through our artistic creations, such as music videos and other visual media
Millionaires open doors, split them residuals
We are successful enough to earn residual income, which is being distributed among various millionaires
And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans
Despite our success, we still lack propriety, as we spend $5,000 on a pair of jeans
Steady blowin' cream by the stack
We are consistently spending money
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
I am going to buy myself a drink with my extra money
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
I plan on paying a sex worker to bathe in my sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
Smoking weed and feeling proud, although I'm not really making any progress in life
So I'ma tear ass on that field
I am going to run as fast as I can in life
The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades
This person named Doe Wilson carries a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne with them as a symbol of their wealth
Diamonds lookin' like I flossed in a cascade
My diamonds are sparkling, as though I brushed them with a waterfall
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day
Nonsense lyrics used as filler
You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please come out and play
This is me - Donnie G - being called out to fight or participate in something
They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's
People are aware that I have access to a lot of firearms, including black market AK-47s.
I'm comin' where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray, hey!
I am coming to where you are and will begin shooting with my gun
Motherfucker what'chu lookin' at? The crook's back
What are you staring at, motherfucker? I'm back and up to my usual crooked behavior
Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggas let it clap
People in Staten Island support me, while people in Brooklyn are ready to fire their weapons at any moment
Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggas keep it real
Some people pretend to be tough, but those from Harlem are truly genuine
Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little hideout
I have a place to stay in the Bronx, where I am hidden from the police
? Rose, Donnie cake, souflee
Nonsense lyrics used as filler
M6, no top on it, toupee
I am driving a BMW M6 convertible with the top down, showing off my toupee hairstyle
Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray
My firearm has a rubber grip and is made of stainless steel, the night is dark and gloomy
Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit
This is high-quality music, and I wear an eye-patch to look tough and cool
Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick
I am like a modern-day version of rapper Slick Rick, and women are attracted to me
Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked
I am the latest, greatest thing, and people are eager to work with me
Street bullies blastin', you ain't gotta ask it
We - the street bullies - are making a lot of noise and causing trouble, you don't need to question it
Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket
Both Ghostface and Wigs, who appear in the song, have a reputation for being dangerous and could potentially kill someone if provoked
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
A reference to the famous A Tribe Called Quest song, asking if it's alright to proceed
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Another reference to the A Tribe Called Quest song, asking if it's still alright to proceed
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
A third reference to the A Tribe Called Quest song, asking if it's really, truly alright to proceed
Well I'm gone are you gonna miss me when I leave?
When I am gone, will anyone be sad to see me go?
Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve
Apart from what I already have, there are more surprises up my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez
I am promising that nobody can beat me
See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggas need green
Our team never sleeps because we need money
We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams
We are focused on making money, while others focus on achieving their dreams
Came a long way, don't fuck that bread up in between
We have come a long way to get where we are, so don't waste our hard-earned money
Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock
Tell them that God sent you as you prepare to use your handgun
It's more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off
It's more than just a light drizzle when someone gets killed and their name is erased from the streets
Like his name dropped, that's when that thang pop
When you hear a person's name being dropped, that's when you know it's time to pull out your gun
Y'all niggas thought once too much, that's why your brain stopped
You over-thought and now your brain has stopped working
Lock and load both of them 40's I make the place hot
Load your guns, and I promise to cause chaos and draw attention to myself
You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops
If you spill enough blood, you can't just wipe it up with a shirt - you will need a mop
Out the window here's another bomb let that bass drop
I am dropping another bomb before I leave, and the bass is about to come in heavy
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
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