Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Over, artist - Ghostface Killah. Date of issue: 19.04.2004
Song language: English
It's Over |
| Yo… aiyo this joint right here is about |
| When you goin' through mad shit |
| And it just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit |
| You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' |
| You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit |
| But before you know it, your whole world just caved in on you, pa |
| Check the joint, it’s… uh-huh, yeah, I walked into the place |
| Verse one… |
| Over, and then my life (the masquerade) |
| I know it’s over… (the masquerade) |
| Uh-oh, over (over) my my my good day is over |
| (Over) the masquerade is over (over) |
| Uh-oh-oh, it’s over… (over) |
| Aiyo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' bitches |
| Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen |
| All around dick sucks whenever, blowin' chronic out of Philly’s |
| Gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era |
| Niggas tellin' me my spot is hot |
| They like I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop |
| Back then I was the phat Ghost, them came March 1st |
| My eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our work |
| After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten g’s |
| Three weeks later, yo, I’m back in the P’s |
| Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces |
| Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases |
| When it get dark, venom will leave my mark (over) |
| I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man he said «Yo, Starks! |
| You’re surrounded, put down your gun, look at the rules |
| There’s nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run» |
| Yeah… you see how that went right? |
| That episode got deep and all of that |
| Knawhatimean? |
| Then it just go on and |
| It just don’t stop… I don’t care what town you from |
| What hood you from, it just all goes in, yo, check this episode |
| Verse two |
| Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 A.M. |
| in the best Western |
| I’m with my bat, blew her ass 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 check my phone |
| How the fuck she get the codes… I don’t know |
| Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me |
| Tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch besides me |
| My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death |
| Told my broad to keep it moving, cuz I just got knocked |
| Don’t turn around, as soon she did, she bust a shot |
| Plus she talk, security drop when she touch the Glock |
| I had the gum-face on, long face on |
| Didn’t say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone |
| There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or jewelry |
| Court date judges, my shorty tried to screw me |
| Uh… you see, sometime it don’t pay |
| What goes around comes around in |
| In many different ways and |
| You can guess what happened |
| That’s right ya’ll, you know how it get down |
| If anybody got it locked, it’s God, that’s right |
| Word… |
| Hey Kimmy, how you doing? |
| What up Keisha |
| Damn girl, your hair looks so nice |
| Yeah, I got my shit done at Tasha’s |
| You know I don’t even fuck with that bitch |
| Yo, son, I think Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man |
| And can you believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man |
| Yo, I can’t believe this, these bitches don’t know where to fuckin' |
| Put a salon up in the fuckin' hood, son I can’t even make no money no more, man |
| (Yo, son… maybe you need to tell them bitches that |
| If they could put a Ms. Pac-Man or somethin' in the back |
| Maybe we could get some money back, maybe we could get some money back there) |
| Son, you know I don’t even FUCK with them bitches like that, nig', come on, man |
| «Come on sugar, hold me tight» … — sample |