Nobody
Jadakiss Feat. Sheek & Styles P Lyrics

today's narrator, the Ghost,
I am Ghost and I am narrating this true story.

This is a true story ladies and gentlemen
This story is not fictional, it actually happened.

You might not believe it though
I know this story might sound unbelievable, but it's true.

But fuck it, that's why I'm the Ghost
I don't care if you don't believe me, that's why I am Ghost.

I'm about to open up
I'm about to tell you a story.

Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up
Once, I was asleep and my knife startled me awake by talking to me.

Your gun is in the closet flippin'
Your gun is upset and talking to me in the closet.

Talkin' bout I get the most action he about to soak me up
Your gun is complaining that I'm not using him enough and he's about to rust.

So I went to the closet said 'Hammer what's wrong with you?'
I asked my gun why he was upset.

You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you
You're not shooting me, it's like I don't own you.

I said I just beat a case daddy
I explained to my gun that I just won a court case.

And I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy
I'm trying to lay low because I have to transport illegal drugs.

Man listen, used the knife twice in a row
My knife is suggesting a change in plan as it has been used recently.

We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it's now or never
My knife is reminding me of the times we killed people together and is asking if it is time to do it again.

I said hammer take it easy baby
I told my gun to relax.

'Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby
I explained to my gun that I have people to kill and I would never betray it.

I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
I have a story to tell about my knife speaking to me.

But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
No one believes that my knife is actually talking to me.

My knife said to me
My knife spoke to me again.

I hawk niggas down, bust arteries
I kill people by slicing their arteries.

And he get bright red for me
Blood spurts out of the victims, which the knife likes.

Knife you my nigga but leave me alone
I told my knife to stop talking to me.

I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone
I need to talk to my friend Haze to get motivated.

Thinking about killing every rapper in the game
I'm contemplating killing all other rappers in the music industry.

You need to calm down when the rage come to you
Haze advises me to calm down when I get angry.

But you don't give a fuck
Despite the advice, I don't care.

So just open up your book and let your page come to you
Haze suggests that I should continue to write lyrics and let the inspiration come to me naturally.

My money spoke to me
My money started talking to me.

It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me
My money tells me that my life would have been hopeless without it.

Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me
My money tells me that money is not everything but laughs in a mocking way.

And said the hammer oughta blast at me
My money suggests that my gun should shoot me.

I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail
My money reminds me that it helped me get out of jail by paying for my lawyer and bail.

Take a look at the cars and the crib
My money tells me to take a look at the luxurious cars and houses it has provided for me.

I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
My money is responsible for providing me with clothing and food.

Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south
My money even paid for my transportation when I moved to the south while referring to women as 'birds'.

I said money you the root of evil
I told my money that it is the source of all problems.

How they print 'In God We Trust' knowing what you do to people
I question how America prints 'In God We Trust' on their money while knowing the negative effects of money on people.

I'm a hard felon
I'm a convicted criminal.

So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling
I took two bundles of cash, which were dirty and soaked in blood, as I heard my car honking outside.

I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
I have a story to tell about my gun talking to me.

I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
I have a story to tell about my friend Haze talking to me.

I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
I have a story to tell about my money talking to me.