Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live   Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give   Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib   Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze   Lookin' at your ice like geez   I'm plottin' on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese   I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psychotherapy   You buggin' where the couch at? Wu, 'til they bury me      Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree   Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be   Ain't nuttin' nice in New York   Stick you for your cake and your icing that tough talk?   Don't mean nuttin' when you're up North   So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom   You know that saying, if you can't join 'em   Beat 'em and push your way in   We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion      Pick the pace up, pants saggin' pull your waist up   Niggaz rentin' slums usually Jacob, fool   You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude   Frontin' on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"   Yo, yo, starks flippin' cheesyface measly paced ofays   Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste   The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy   Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"      There's no love to be found      Cappa' slide through with the Ghost   Post up like paint on walls   Drip jewels, big heat   Ruffle inside the bubblegoose   It's the Odd Couple, hollow points   Follow you home, Staten Island   Playin' with the big toys that make noise   Echo in the hall, a scared voice      Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines   Didn't know Betty Crocker had 'em two nines   Made the club moist, shattered the windows   Dustheads runnin', the rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin'   Yo, the words you talk, that'll be the words you walk   Body you in the bed where the nurses are   Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart   'Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf      Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off   That explains why my language off   My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl   Y'all more like in trainin' bras   Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared   For the project flow, with extra stairs   I pass out a vest to wear   Yo, the hard wire, startin' barn fires      Pullin' mad, so you know it's me   And your weed got more seeds than O D B   Can't smoke witcha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya   Def and Wu will open ya   Eat a dick like   Baby shake your shit   Girl you're thick like   Gettin' rich like      There's no love to be found      Word it's me y'all, we in two-six's flirtin' with bitches   Dime plus takin' pictures, how you doin' baby? My name Ghost   Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak   Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin' since "Grease"   Check out the grays on the side of my waves   I grew those on Riker's Island   Stretched out, balled up in the caves   Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam      Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler   All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come   Biggie's, Versace's, snow white rabbit   Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love   Movin' when we hug, don't make it a habit   Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled   Elbows unique now, meet the new me   Ghettofabulous, Ton' Atlas      Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's   I start my own chapters   Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects   High-tech armors Merc you at the shows   Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious   Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper   Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin' grouper      Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew   Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two   And flip like killin' for the whole click is sick like   You and your stank bitch eat a dick like   Baby shake your shit   Girl you're thick like   Gettin' rich like   Yeah      There's no love to be found