Ghostface Killah - It's Over lyrics

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 AM 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