Tekster:
Ghostface

[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 Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living

First I loved God, then loved my mother Love my babies, sisters and brothers Love my father 'cos that's my mom's partner Love my grandmother and my grouchy

boy in the booth nigga) You ain't hungry Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym Get out of my ring, you disgust me [Ghostface Killah] Godzilla bankroll

It was the night before he got popped Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next

[Intro] He's a superstar, yeahhh [2X] (Told y'all!) He's a superstar, yeahhh [Ghostface Killah] Superstar, blowin smoke at the hookah bar The bullet

Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family

For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? What it do family? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word Pop

Yeah, aiyo, it's 4 in the morning, I decide to turn over Pull down your little red drawers and start to kiss you all over You hope it last forever, I