Ghostface k**ah - It's Over lyrics

Back in '95 when I was juggling b**hes Pumping coke out the spot smacking fiends in the kitchen All around dick s**s whenever Blowing chronic out of Phillies, getting flusty in the Cube' Link era n***as telling me my spot is hot They like, "I think anyday now, playboy, sh** gon' pop‿ Back then I was the fat Ghost, it came March 1st My ace {Bakool?} got merked I burned for all our work After the funeral I played low Counting my last ten Gs, three weeks later yo I'm back in the {P's?} Gathering up information, checking faces Keeping the 45 auto loaded like it was bases When it get dark better believe my mark I heard a voice through a bullhorn the white man he said, "yo Starks You're surrounded, put down your gun look at the ruger It's nothing but cops n***a, you better not run (Chorus) Over… And I'm not laughing (The masquerade… the masquerade) My, my my, good days is over 11.40am in the Best Western I'm with my bat blue her a** back and chest in Slob my knob yeah no question This my main bat, she thorough like that so we don't use protection But the night before my wiz must of checked my phone How'd she got the code? Psh, I don't know Next thing she laying in the tel' lobby She spotted me tipping the doorman, holding hands with my b**h beside me My heart dropped, everything stopped, scared to d**h Told my broad to keep it moving cos I just got knocked Don't turn around, as soon as she did she bust a shot Plus she tough security dropped when she touched the glock I had the dumb face on, long face on Didn't say sh**, not even cough or spit, my b**h was gone There goes the car, house, {?} jury, court date, judges My shorty tried to screw me (Chorus)