m tellin' you, man She was wild man f'real It's just too, let me tell you about her Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin' out the fake
in the muthafuckin' house tonight NahwhatImean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo yo Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake
"Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry" [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on
It might rain if you're a love guy Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em And going in we let the fiends hold 'em Fake aliases,
mamas Miss Dee is right [Verse Four: Shaq] I'm glad i found that significant other she remind me of my mother 'cause yo there ain't no other I treat
them and look at you If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze Every other week a different a dude and other crews I
stay wondering what made you so tough When these other girls were sluts you were careful who you fucked Some one I can trust when I was trosido You had the burn out number
the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude My team making currency Got 'em screaming Dope House up in Germany Rasheed number one soldado Puffin'
bills Plus I got the flow 'cuz you know 'The hit is real' What? Top notch, I give you nuttin' but the raw talent But don't fake jax and make me have
ya dance and prance and draw the fans to stades Name is Run my son number one for fun Not a gun that's done and get done by none The others act in fact
soon be lieutenant Like me the Don Juan, Miss Yvonne The sweat-a the money gett-a, copin mad cheddar Stevie's all wondering how I got in this position One day Frank was fishin' for competition expidition Number
I love you but fuck you, things will never be the same with me Met you at a rock show, November no Octo' Took pictures then locked yo numbers and then
keep me on my toes I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the projects Bring my ghost image so tense on the line of scrimmage Playing my numbers, waiting
hustling slicker than Earl, colder than furl Trying to get a little something something in this cold cold world Everybody and they mama out here shooting game Perpetrating and faking
hustle and go get it square stick with it make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it the Rockafellers Stellers and Jones to many other
chop That's why I love the hood and everything we got From the ice cream trucks to the forty ounce tops All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit Especially when other niggaz
(What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon) Yeah are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real? (Say what?) 'Cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (C'mon) You gotta