It's Over

Yo, ah-yo 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)

It's over (over)

Back in '95 when I was juggling bitches

Pumping coke out the spot, smacking fiends in the kitchen

All around dick sucks whenever, blowing chronic out of Philly's

Getting flusty in the Cub' Link era

Niggas telling me my spot is hot

They like I think any day now, playboy, shit going pop

Back then I was the fat Ghost, them came March 1st

My eighth platoon got murked, got burnt for all our work

After the funeral, I played low, counting my last ten g's

Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's

Gathering up information, checking faces

Keeping 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

Know what I mean? 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

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 laying in the hotel lobby, spotted me

Tipping the doorman, holding hands with my bitch besides me

My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death

Told my broad to keep it moving, cause 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

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 y'all, 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 fucking 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 fucking

Put a salon up in the fucking 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 something 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"