Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk Around , by - Ghostface Killah. Release date: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk Around , by - Ghostface Killah. Walk Around |
| I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze |
| (Get the mic on, I don’t know what happened, son |
| (I just lost my mind, son) |
| People talking to me and calling my name |
| (Ay, ay, it’s like I wasn’t strong, G, I couldn’t hold it when I seen it) |
| (A nigga flesh on me, I can’t really, I couldn’t hold it, G) |
| No, I don’t hear a word they say |
| (I don’t know, I’mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga) |
| It was him, the corner store and a buttered roll |
| The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes |
| One to the face, he fell sideways |
| I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres |
| Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin' |
| He slapped my girl, that’s the reason why I was f’in to lean 'im |
| Everything got real slow, I ain’t hear shit, my word |
| At least forty seconds, I stay dead stiff |
| I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand |
| Removed the gun and the sixteen spun out |
| He floored past ninety on the BQE |
| I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats |
| I couldn’t speak, I’m in a state of shock |
| About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot |
| Hey, yo, I feel a li’l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind |
| People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange |
| I walk around acting strange |
| (See what I’m sayin'? I don’t know, I just don’t feel right, G, no) |
| (Havin' flashbacks) |
| Like a man in a daze |
| (Bugged out, man, knah mean?) |
| (Nah, I don’t wanna go, I don’t want the clinic, man) |
| People talking to me and calling my name |
| (I don’t want the hospital, son) |
| (You know, I just feel like I’m lost, reality, man) |
| No, I don’t hear a word they say |
| (Y'knahmean? My face feels numb, son, I don’t know) |
| Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out |
| All I remember my shirt, I couldn’t get them goddamned stains out |
| Oxy cleans wheat 'round the chest area |
| Right hand side, I’m pluckin' off li’l pieces of meat |
| And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee |
| But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach |
| On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York |
| 'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk |
| Manhunt, police searches, S.W.A.T ran in my crib |
| Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids |
| Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz |
| She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs |
| Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try’na slay me |
| I told 'em, Friday I’ll have they money, faggots try’na play me |
| I’ll never eat up out a garbage can |
| I’ll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father’s plan |
| I ain’t goin' nowhere, I ain’t goin' nowwhere, I’m aight, I’m aight |
| (I walk around acting strange) |
| But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I’m blowin' they head smooth off |
| (Like a man in a daze) |
| Cops, connects, I don’t give a fuck |
| (People talking to me) |
| You know I’m a eagle, feel the eagle |
| (And calling my name) |
| You don’t feel like that, you gon' feel like bulldog |
| Y’knahmean? |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| (Hear no word they say) |
| Don’t put me in no mental clinics, it ain’t nothin', y’knahmean? |
| If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it |
| (I walk around acting strange) |
| Ay ay, yo, I can’t take this shit no more, it’s too hype |
| (Like a man in a daze) |
| Nigga thinkin' I’m buggin' out, I ain’t buggin', I ain’t buggin' |
| Y’all niggaz’d be buggin' out too if you had somebody’s flesh on you |
| (People talking to me and calling my name) |
| Motherfuckers, fuck ya’ll niggaz, I ain’t goin' crazy |
| Sleepin' on couches and shit |
| (No, I don’t hear a word they say) |
| I’m goin' back outside, fuck ya’ll niggaz, man |
| I know my mother, she’s worried about me |
| 'Cause they might have to put me away any time |
| But when my baby packed up her clothes and left me |
| She sure, oh, I believe, I believe, she took my mind |
| Oh, she took my mind |