Toney Sigel
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start shit
Parole holes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head shaved off
She made it home for shop
We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula
Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya
Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.

[Chorus]
Guns imported from Dubra
Wheel chairs and shit bags
Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
Renaissance
I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel
I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war

[Beanie Sigel]
It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something
Empty out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit
I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin like a father
Couldn't come from these nuts I got
To see Baltimore suck this cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it, understand
Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't
Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't
You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer




I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Philly to Sholin...

Overall Meaning

In Ghostface Killah's song Toney Sigel, he reflects on his rough upbringing in the ghetto, where he lived in a crack spot, selling drugs to make a living. He describes the violence and crime he witnessed, including the parole holes and six months in the box for his friends, and the troubles his sister faced, having her head shaved off before making it home from shopping. Ghostface Killah also raps about his little cousin who carries a couple of oxes, while he and the crew keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'. They keep partying and making money, ultimately wanting more, even if it means risking their lives.


The chorus of the song examines the items that are sold on the streets, including guns imported from Dubra, wheelchairs and shit bags, peach Snapples, and pretty scalpels. Throughout the track, Ghostface Killah recognizes the danger in his lifestyle, but he also knows that he can't stop won't stop, accepting that "this is how we do it from Philly to Sholin."


Overall, Toney Sigel is a vivid portrayal of a life of crime and poverty in the ghetto, with Ghostface Killah offering a glimpse into the struggles he and his crew faced.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I come from the ghetto and am proud of it.


I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
I save up money like I would save up canned goods on a shelf.


Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
I wear baggy jeans and ACG boots, but not obvious labels like the popular brand Chimpanzee.


Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
I live in a crack spot and listen to the music of rapper Sheek Louch.


The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My drugs are always good quality, regardless of the weather.


My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest
My drugs are always fresh because I consistently have the latest and greatest stock.


My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
My little cousin has a lot of watches and carries some oxycodone pills with him.


Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
He keeps a small handgun by his ankle and is ready to use it if necessary.


You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
I am part of the group that works the overnight shift.


Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
We count and enjoy our profits, while smoking a potent type of marijuana.


My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
My friend gets out of our car with an AR-15 assault rifle.


And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start shit
We attend many parties and cause chaos wherever we go.


Parole holes, six months in the box
Some of us have been in jail for parole violations and have spent six months in solitary confinement.


My little sister got her head shaved off
My sister was attacked and had all her hair shaved off.


She made it home for shop
My sister was able to make it home safely.


We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula
We sell baby products like diapers and formula in addition to drugs.


Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya
We sell anything we can to make money.


Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more
Other gangsters are successful and we want to be even more successful.


We make it rain from the tech and the wop
We throw around a lot of cash and make it rain from our guns and diamond-studded bracelets (wop).


The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
We kill so many people that there aren't enough cups for their ashes.


To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
To try and stop us, they use violence against us.


Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
When we are arrested, my friend Big Ron helps us escape from handcuffs.


300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
Big Ron is a very large man and is able to overpower the police officers who try to restrain him.


They say that my projects should undergo therapy
People believe that my neighborhood needs therapy and healing from the violence and trauma.


We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
We never vote in political elections, but if we did, we would vote for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B, a rapper.


It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
Beanie Sigel and Ghostface Killah, two well-known rappers, are collaborating on this song.


My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My bullets from my Mac-10 machine gun are very powerful and burn like tequila that is consumed without a chaser.


My knife work like the guillotine sword
I am able to skillfully use my knife to kill, much like a guillotine sword would execute someone.


Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something
I am able to harm people easily and make them stop pretending in front of my group of gangsters.


Empty out the whole clip and reload
I use up all the bullets in my gun and then reload it.


Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove
The smoke from my shotgun's barrel would resemble the smoke coming from a broken stove.


Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
I am constantly involved in risky and violent situations.


The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit
I am known for attending funerals where I have caused someone's death, and seeing the casket, hearse, and pastor at the service.


I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
I am willing to kill someone at a moment's notice.


Just imagine what I do for a quarter
I will do even worse things for more money.


Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar
I am willing to do anything for money, even if it involves great risk.


Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
I have no issue with killing someone in front of their mother.


Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
I have no issue with killing someone in front of their daughter.


And I'm nothin like a father
I am not a good example of a fatherly figure.


Couldn't come from these nuts I got
I am not capable of being a good father based on my genetics and upbringing.


To see Baltimore suck this cock
I am not happy with the current state of Baltimore and want it to improve.


I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
I know that most people can't relate to my experiences.


Get it, understand
Do you understand what I'm saying?


Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't
Some people will understand where I'm coming from, and others won't.


Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't
Some people are capable of killing, while others are not.


You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
You are someone who pretends to be successful until they actually achieve success.


I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
I am someone who takes what I want, directly and without hesitation.


Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I am someone who is willing to use violence to get what I want, even if it involves severely injuring someone with my gun.


I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
I am tough on weak people, and believe that many people are fake or not genuine.


Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass
I would take the safety off my gun and put it next to my high-heeled shoes, and then shove a broom handle up someone's anus as a way of showing dominance.


Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
I am a Muslim and am capable of using a knife to harm others, like in the movie American Me.


So I ain't feelin Bush overseas
I am not supportive of President George W. Bush's actions in foreign countries.


I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther
I am inspired by figures like Malcom X and the Black Panthers, and am trying to embody their ideals.


So by any means is the anthem
We believe in achieving our goals by any means necessary.


You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I will never give up or stop what I'm doing until I am forced to, like trying to remove cancer from one's body.


I can't stop won't stop
I am dedicated to my lifestyle and will continue with it.


This how we do it from Philly to Sholin...
This is how we live our lives, whether we are in Philadelphia or the Shaolin district of Staten Island.


Guns imported from Dubra
The guns we use are imported from a location called Dubra.


Wheel chairs and shit bags
We are so violent that our actions have left others handicapped or needing to use a colostomy bag.


Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
We enjoy drinking Peach Snapple drinks while using sharp scalpels to harm people.


Renaissance
This line doesn't have a clear meaning within the context of the song.


I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel
I would be willing to injure someone with a sharp object in a church.


I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
I am willing to perform sexual favors in exchange for diapers.


Cop killers with a box of dummies
We are killers of police officers, but also sell fake guns to people (dummies) who want to act like they are part of our group.


Dummies stuck to the project floors
The fake guns we sell are scattered around the floor of project buildings.


Niggas is suited up and be ready for war
We are all dressed in armor and ready to fight in a violent war.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: DELANO MATTHEWS, DENNIS COLES, DWIGHT GRANT, LEVAR COPPIN, PHIL HURTT, UGENE DOZIER

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