Fusion Unltd. - Ghostwriter lyrics

[Intro] "Mad Sk**z" "On the real" "I'll probably make more money off your album than you" (Repeat 3x) "Mad Sk**z" "On the real" Check it "I'm going to tell you once, and only once" [Verse 1] First of all, I ain't even want to make this sh** There's a lot of rap cats out here faking the sh** I'm a ghostwriter, I'm the cat that you don't see I write hits for rappers you like and charge 'em a fee Yo, don't get me wrong dog, it's the cheddar that counts But f** that n***a ______ 'cause his f**ing check bounced You thought ______ little single was hot? I wrote that sh** five minutes in a parking lot I'm the one that your man ______ had to go and get 'Cause he smoked too much lye, couldn't write his own sh** Now ______ A&R, he on my answering machine sick Hollering in my phone, "Sk**z, can you write to this?" Sure, for stacks, n***a, I make your act bigger But f** ______ and his whole label 'cause I ain't never get my plaque, n***a Jadakiss told y'all cats and that's that Y'all have our ASCAP or get your a** capped [Hook] "Mad Sk**z" "Ghost writer, and for the right price I can even make yo' sh** tighter" --] Jay Z (Repeat 3x) "Mad Sk**z" "Ghostwriter" Say what "When my pen hits the paper, awwww sh**!" --] Kane [Verse 2] Now that fool ______ can't flow, but his crew is sick But see he got long dough, so wait til you hear his new sh** I did two songs for ______ 'til they dough got straight And even ______ from the West Coast owe me some cake Remember the little kids, the one that was in ______ group? I'm the reason you thought they lil raps was so cute I had a hundred songs on the Billboard list Ask again, dog, how I got your deal on my wrist I did done NBA cats and NFL But I stopped in '97 'cause they sh** don't sell Now ______ paid up 'cause she was owing me stacks Who in the hell you think had that chicken flowing like that? I hate writing for ______ 'cause he take too long Crying about the price, I hit him with two f**ing songs! Ran up in ______'s office and wrecked his staff 'Cause it's been two years and dog ain't paid the second half [Hook] [Verse 3] So if you just signed, trust me dog, you can't touch it Don't ask your label for Sk**z, 'cause that ain't in your budget Y'all cats polly for chips, I mingle for mills I turn your whole album into a single deal I stopped writing for ______ 'cause that fool don't get it Booking long sessions and he punch in every five minutes Where my ones, n***a? What the f** I look like? And his man ______ got mad 'cause he couldn't get the hook right I spit ______ and we don't see eye to eye So I politely took his Rollie up to BMI I'm the one that gave ______ his brand new sound I did his last two albums without even writing 'em down And for ______ from the South, dog you shook Stop bouncing on stage n***a like you wrote that hook Your favorite rappers' songs? I put the flames in it Y'all keep f**ing around, I'mma put this back out with your names in it [Hook]