[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Outside the check cashing, flashing, dipped in fashion
Five cherry-faced fakkits tried to cash in
They keep laughing – Ghost, you'll get your face bashed in
Who gave you these privileges son? Why you maxing?
And we... fiending to take those
Move slow, I'm hearing how you broke Rob's nose
And I heard you keep a banging hammer, golden brass
Diamonds embroideries that was stolen that you haven't reported, G
Make very little noise, my shyt hiccup
Don't make this big stick up bigger, me and the boys
I thought for a second, then chose rather than froze
Had the Gem Star in my hand... yo, what the fukk?
Yo, that's when I ripped Timothy, snatched and dipped
Jumped right in back of him, had the mini axe tool, faxed him
Shots rang off, bing-boggle-de-dum
My favorite Ghost verse, the way he delivered it was crazy.
[Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, we like two Ac's
Macs in the trunk, lookin real dumb
Eighty-eight paper and our nose is numb
Prayed over Marvin Gaye's grave
He said Ghost, "Pop murked me at an early age
Hit Diana back in the days"
Them Supreme bytches all on my dikk
Loved the way I sung the Cherells
"Mercy, mercy, son", made 'em cum
I wrote songs for the people
Verses that'll make Nixon resign
You can do the same thing with rhymes
"I swear Ghost if you could just imagine"
Check what I started
Who's the first to rock 'fros with a part in it?
Featherhats partin it, Gladys was the baddest, she wore a six
Pretty-ass foot with an arch in it
Big cars, slammin eight-tracks, slammin tracks
King died in sixty-five, Motown cried
Saw a tear drop from Stevie's eyes
Fogged out glasses
The plan was to bring together all the masses
This verse was a fukking movie and the definition of black excellence.
Glad The Source acknowledge it by giving it the rhyme quotable of the month.