The Chase
Ghostface Killah Feat. Sun God Lyrics


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Speed up, Lord, they moving on us
Unmarked cars with dogs, yo, they shooting at us
Light the weed up, for God sake, it's okay, call up Abi
Tell 'em give Ricky the cash, he get half, she's my wife
Gets the V, beans to white
Yo, watch where you going, nigga, breath, alright?
Yo, watch the bitch hop the curb
Racist-ass jakes wildin', spittin' out racial slurs
Stay calm and be patient, grip and guard your nation
Next time they pull out from the trunk we blazin'
Big shit going off bow-dow-bow-bow
Shawn Bell up in his grave wildin' out
If we get caught, son, my lawyer's in Boston
He got a hundred thou to retain with mad frosting
Yo, so don't panic, stay well-planted
Trey-pound pokin' my dick
I pulled the shit out and start blasting

Without askin', homie, throw me the ratchet
I guess I'm here to audible the plays, John Madden
So switch lanes, do a buck no laughing
Now double-hop the road and go to the Gas Inn
Dog, you imagine? Pigs on our ass, we on foot
And we ain't got no where to throw the ratchet
I'm on point, clap that bitch, this shit tragic
I'm down for whatever, make it happen

Yo, yo, quick, toss the bomb in the garbage
Come here, shorty, here take this revolver
You get caught, don't say its your father's
Don't say my name, say you found it in Yonkers
In the park around a bunch of monsters
You're turning it in 'cause it was on your conscience
Big boy toys, them shits go bonkers
'Cause we play foul, we don't want no charges

Fuck that shit, pass that shit over here, G
Hit the backyard, throw that shit in the tan jeep
As soon as you see the cops, automatically plan b
Soon as you hit the spot throw a shot in the air, please
I'm comin'
Know I'm always there when you need me
And, no, I ain't Dre, I just do it that easy
A hundred miles and runnin', I'ma do it for TV
Before we leave the car, leave them gloves and that earpiece
We out

I'm the inventor
'86 rhymin at the center
Blew off the burner, kinda dusty




Blew off the burner, kinda dusty
Blew off the burner, kinda dusty

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ghostface Killah's Sun God's song "The Chase" depict a high-speed car chase with law enforcement. The song begins with the singer's urgency to speed up because they are being pursued by unmarked police cars with dogs that are shooting at them. The singer then suggests lighting up weed to calm themselves down and making a phone call to Abi to give Ricky cash. The lyrics suggest that the singer and possibly his companions are involved in illegal activities. As they drive, they watch out for racist cops and plan for self-defense by having a gun on hand. The singer even jokes about their dangerous situation, saying that they might end up like Sean Bell, an unarmed black man who was shot 50 times by police officers in 2006. In the end, the singer advises his companions on what to do if they get caught and prepares to abandon the car, leaving behind incriminating evidence.


The song's lyrics can be interpreted as a commentary on police brutality and institutional racism. The singer is clearly aware of the danger they face as black men who are being pursued by the police. The lyrics suggest that they have to be constantly vigilant and prepared for violent encounters with the police. The song highlights the systematic oppression of black people and the need for protection against the police.


Line by Line Meaning

Speed up, Lord, they moving on us
We need to move quickly because we are being pursued.


Unmarked cars with dogs, yo, they shooting at us
We are being shot at by the cops who are in unmarked cars with dogs.


Light the weed up, for God sake, it's okay, call up Abi
Let's calm down and smoke some weed, then call Abi to bring us cash.


Tell 'em give Ricky the cash, he get half, she's my wife
We need to get cash to Ricky and give half to his wife.


Gets the V, beans to white
Ricky will convert the cash to valuable drugs.


Yo, watch where you going, nigga, breath, alright?
Be careful and stay calm.


Yo, watch the bitch hop the curb
Be aware of the cops who are chasing us and trying to run us off the road.


Racist-ass jakes wildin', spittin' out racial slurs
The cops are being racist and using derogatory language against us.


Stay calm and be patient, grip and guard your nation
We need to stay composed and protect our group.


Next time they pull out from the trunk we blazin'
If the cops pull out their guns, we will fire back.


Big shit going off bow-dow-bow-bow
We will cause a big disturbance and lots of violence.


Shawn Bell up in his grave wildin' out
Shawn Bell, who was killed by the police, would be supporting us if he were still alive.


If we get caught, son, my lawyer's in Boston
We have a lawyer in Boston who can help us if we get caught.


He got a hundred thou to retain with mad frosting
Our lawyer has a lot of money and can provide us with good legal representation.


Yo, so don't panic, stay well-planted
Stay calm and focused.


Trey-pound pokin' my dick
I have a gun hidden in my pants.


I pulled the shit out and start blasting
I will use my gun if necessary.


Without askin', homie, throw me the ratchet
Pass me the gun without hesitation.


I guess I'm here to audible the plays, John Madden
I am the leader and am ready to make tough decisions.


So switch lanes, do a buck no laughing
Drive faster and evade the cops.


Now double-hop the road and go to the Gas Inn
We need to change directions and go to the Gas Inn.


Dog, you imagine? Pigs on our ass, we on foot
Can you believe the cops are still chasing us on foot?


And we ain't got no where to throw the ratchet
We have no place to dispose of the gun.


I'm on point, clap that bitch, this shit tragic
I am focused and ready to shoot if necessary, but it would be a tragedy if someone got hurt.


I'm down for whatever, make it happen
I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this situation.


Yo, yo, quick, toss the bomb in the garbage
Dispose of the drugs quickly and discreetly.


Come here, shorty, here take this revolver
Take this gun in case you need to protect yourself.


You get caught, don't say its your father's
If you get caught with the gun, don't say it belongs to your father.


Don't say my name, say you found it in Yonkers
Blame the gun on the location where it was found instead of implicating me.


In the park around a bunch of monsters
Say you found the gun in the park around some sketchy people.


You're turning it in 'cause it was on your conscience
Turn in the gun because you are feeling guilty and want to make things right.


Big boy toys, them shits go bonkers
These guns are powerful and can cause a lot of damage.


'Cause we play foul, we don't want no charges
We break the law, but we don't want to get caught and face consequences.


Fuck that shit, pass that shit over here, G
Forget about the guns and let's smoke some more weed.


Hit the backyard, throw that shit in the tan jeep
Dispose of the drugs in the backyard and put them in the tan jeep.


As soon as you see the cops, automatically plan b
If the cops show up, we need to have a backup plan.


Soon as you hit the spot throw a shot in the air, please
If we need to alert someone, shoot a gun in the air.


I'm comin'
I will be there to help if anything goes wrong.


Know I'm always there when you need me
You can count on me when things get tough.


And, no, I ain't Dre, I just do it that easy
I am not Dr. Dre, but making things happen is easy for me.


A hundred miles and runnin', I'ma do it for TV
I am willing to go to great lengths and take risks for the sake of entertainment.


Before we leave the car, leave them gloves and that earpiece
We need to get rid of any evidence that could link us to this situation.


We out
We are leaving this situation behind and moving on.


I'm the inventor
I am a creative and resourceful person.


'86 rhymin at the center
I started my career as a rapper in 1986.


Blew off the burner, kinda dusty
I fired my gun, but it was old and hadn't been used in a while.


Blew off the burner, kinda dusty
I fired my gun, but it was old and hadn't been used in a while.


Blew off the burner, kinda dusty
I fired my gun, but it was old and hadn't been used in a while.




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Written by: Danny Caiazzo, Dennis Ames, Dennis Coles

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@yohanntimban

I so love when Ghosface be rapping on these fast paced old school break beat types of beats. Thanks GFK for bringing it back

@nwiese4679

... hell yeah, the beat and pace is amazing. Was a bit of a suprise for me, this track... Brother Shabazz are there any other similar GFK tracks you would recommend? I'm not so familiar with his many solo albums...

@yohanntimban

@n wiese yeah GFK has a habit of rapping on these fast paced beats. try to listen to 88 freestyle, Charlie Brown remix, the Ghost is Back to name a few

@nwiese4679

@Brother Shabbaz thanx!

@Byczko21

GFK family lives on...flowing on the track with his son quite fine here~!!!

@Saitam79

Let's get this track to 1 million likes!

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