the same type game The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame Big thangs, so big you can't hardly explain When she done crossed her legs, she make mind
handcuffin them hoes You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes [Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost
masta killa cracked his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game
whitey feel funny [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost
realest, only my true niggas will feel it Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spirit Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark Let
bowels of hell, boo Enough to make a black ghost turn pale Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah KILL this is the name that came to alter the game Not like these rappers
!) Enough to make a black ghost turn pale Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! K I L L This is the name that came to alter the game Not like these rappers who spit
together, it's now or never Now or never, now or never Now or never, now or never Uh, I'm sick, sick of waitin' in vain, tired of playin' the game
the game with a bang And I did it all with no cosigner I be bragging like I'm the best Like Professor X is my ghost rider Read your mind slumdog Chamillionaire
they got a nigga Still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin' Nike's on tight and get ghost, y'all) I ain't got nuttin' on my mind but gettin
attention, rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin' fields Hail Mary, catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind Of a madman who
with the clown everywhere And much clown love is in here Hey, homes what's that you claimin'? I'm in the rhymin' game, wicked clown bangin' I'm just
angels) Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) She takes me high, she will always be my (angel) (The Game) Th-the way that I rhyme, blow niggas mind
spit nigga, fuck ya'll, check it out [Twista rhyming:] Twis' got skill Yes I kill I could ride on they ass like Buffalo Bill I be winnin in the game
as a game And knowledge and understanding still one And the same greatest reward known to mankind That winners never quit and quitters never win in the mind
what the punks are talkin 'bout I wanna get up with that big ballin' bitch Plus niggas feelin' what I'm on as well Plus got my mind in the zone The
After dark up at Griffith Park Shallow grave for the mark check his heart The game about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang (Automatic) Keep your mind