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 [Chorus] 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" [Chorus] 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 [Chorus: x2] 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 [Solomon Childs (Ghostface Killah)] 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"