Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk Around, artist - Ghostface Killah.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
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 |