Ghostface Killah

[fox69]

"All That I Got Is You"
(feat. Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu)

"All That I Got Is You"
(feat. Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu)



[Intro One: (some movie)]

What dey gives you blood?
Three months man
Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma
How old are you boy?
Thirteen
Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest

[Intro: Ghostface]

Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
to all the families that went through the struggle
Yeah, from the heart
It was from the heart, everything was real

[Mary J.]
All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through

[Verse One:]

Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
Why my old Earth had so many seeds
But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
Yeah, yo

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through
[repeat 4X]

Word up mommy, I love you
Word up
It was all you, word, you brought me in like this

[Verse Two: Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu]

I sit and think about
All the times we did without, yeah
I always said I woudn't cry
When I saw tears in your eyes
I understand that daddy's not here now
But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah
All things that I did from this to them
Oh from drugs to being there
Being down and out and I love you always

Yeah, you say
You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star
And them planets, that exist in my space
Like man woman and child
You understand?
We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us
I remember them good ol days
Because see, that's the child I was
What made me the man I am today
See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh
You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh
Because you lost the reality of yourself
So take one stroll through your mind
And see what you will find
And you'll see a whole universe all over again
and again and again and again and again
Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh

 

[fox69]

"An Unexpected Call (The Set Up) (Snippet)"
(feat. Inspectah Deck)

"An Unexpected Call (The Set Up) (Snippet)"
(feat. Inspectah Deck)



[Ghostface Killah]
It was an evil day, the sun glisten over the city
Shine bright, through the window, in the eyes of my kitty
I was reluctant, a ball in the pit of my gut
Like the phone call I got was just to set me up
She wouldn't do that, my love had love for the kid
So I slid on my wallos, and bounced out the crib
Pick the block about six up, shit got switched up
She pull long inside and said jump in the truck
So I did, we supposed to be gone for CD
She made the wrong turn, I'm like 'where you going to, sweetie?'
Felt the heat on the back of my neck, did a mirror check
I didn't know what to expect
I got knocked out and woke up in the melting pot
I heard the DeLuca's laughing and then shit got hot
They said 'Die, Toney Starks', you gon' melt like a record
Never to be remembered, never to be respected

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, I got word that my man got off
Rolling with Logan, I told him, damn, that broad
No surprise why she would do this
Word on the street, she had a side deal, working for the DeLuca's
Word is out, APB, his word is foul
Put a price on it, the hood searching her house
The DeLuca's won't stop without merking us out
We should catch him while he's celebrating, verse in the crowd
Toney's death, shit is working me vex
They saying Deck, chill, it's real and you certainly next
Thrown into boiling vinyl, can't let it slide, fool
I guess it's just my time to die, too
First find Logan, gotta make her talk
Who's your boss, where's your boss, and who made the call?
Tell me or not, you sleeping with the fish
But first tell your boss that he will get his

 

[fox69]

"Apollo Kids"
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)

"Apollo Kids"
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)



[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh?
Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me

Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speakin
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky
With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
E'rybody break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center
Debut '93 LP told you to Enter
Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma,
beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these
plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees
Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate
splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
student in role holdin it

[Chorus: Ghostface]
Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail
These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real

[Ghostface]
A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle
Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last scene: Manhatten Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound

[Raekwon]
We split a fair one, poker nose money
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion
Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color
Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore
Gas station light gleamin on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams
pose at the stand-off, mad timid
hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Assassination Day"
(feat. RZA,Raekwon,Inspectah Deck,Masta Killa)

"Assassination Day"
(feat. RZA,Raekwon,Inspectah Deck,Masta Killa)



[Raekwon:] What? Hey yo!

[Intro: (from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects")]

There's no coke!
What?
You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!
What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?
I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!
There's gotta be coke!
There is nothing! NOTHING!

Huh, uh, uh, help please!
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*

[Intro Two: Masta Killa]

It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...
It's assassination, I sta...
It's assassination day...
It's assassination day, I

[Verse One: Inspectah Deck]
Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh
I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I lived, a 25 to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive
CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk
Three G's accost in Supreme Court
White lies and blackmail land me back in jail
We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail
Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind
It comes time I take back what was once mine
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter
Devil's poisonin the birth water
The earth daughter rest her head on my chest
Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest
While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin
Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh
Trapped in deep-water gaspin
I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action

[Verse Two: RZA]
I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted
MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable
Interchangable, caution flameable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal
Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]
(Assassination day)
First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon
Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon
Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird
God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah
You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga
Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high
Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow
You won't play me like your lady
Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby
Final destination Haiti

[Verse Four: Masta Killa]
War is extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take tings to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey
Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures MC's to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed
Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat
Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in
Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin
My mind spits with an enormous kickback
Your brain didn't absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...

It's assassination day, I
It's assassination day
It's assassination day
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy

 

[fox69]

"Baby"
(feat. Raheem "Radio" DeVaughn)

"Baby"
(feat. Raheem "Radio" DeVaughn)



[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
If it's a boy
His swag and ditty bop'll be just like mine
And if it's a girl
Ooh, just like her momma she gon' be so fly
What a joy we made, from the love we made
Yeah... yeah...

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, aiyo, I ran up on the corner, poppa warned her 'what'
She pulled her shirt down, smiled, trying to hide her butt
I said 'Nah, baby girlfriend, you ain't gotta do that'
Hope you ain't the anorexic type, trying to lose that
Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids
I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs
We can sail it out, five nights, six days
Boat cruise, wardrobe flights, everything's paid
If I'm aggressive, just pardon my gangsta
I just wanna get to know you, get to show you
The way I move, that's part of my gangsta
Like art, yo, I can sit you down and paint cha
Plus my stove game's up, no red meat, but having you
In my cypher right now, makes me feel complete
Like a baby going night-night, sucking on his baby bottle
You in a class by yourself, all them chicks follow

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, she cook and clean, matter fact she saved my life
When I'm outdoor, she check and see if I'm alright
I'm OK, babe, how you? I'm alright
Just that the baby's kicking, I want some Popeye chicken
And my back kinda hurt from the way I was sitting
Hurry home so you can rub my big belly and kiss it
And I need some, don't be fresh, girl
You know I can't help it, baby, it stay wet, girl
Yeah, that's my joy, love, strawberry shortcake
Leave me weak in the knees where I can't even walk straight
That's the reason I got two court dates
Grown nigga like me let his thing blaze for that
I was raised in the Stat', that's my word
I pluck something if you fuck with my bat
And my name ring round the way, girl, she the sweetest thing
I love you Starks, writing hearts in between our names

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Raheem DeVaughn]
Mr. Producer, drop the beat right here, now
Ghostface Killah, let me talk to them
Radio Raheem

[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn]
I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known
Like a kiss on a, collarbone
I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king
And bring to fruition, all of your dreams
And so you're having my baby
So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci
Now, push (push) harder (harder)
I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Back Like That"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Back Like That"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that
It wasn't even, even that big, man
You know, nah, it's ight though
But anyway, yo, let me get that coat
Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger
Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man
Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Come through the block, in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and this dude ain't friends
(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get your man back like that
Flossin' around, when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and this dude got beef
(Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack
But you don't get your man back like that, no

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you
Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you
You'se a bird you know that, giving that man
Ten points, like he about to blow that
He probably did, you swallow his kids?
In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids
In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him
Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall
Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on
When he came home and told on Trevor
Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots
Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me'
Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride
And you a silly chick, thought you was really live
But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog, and rip his head off word to his bond

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses
And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs
It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up
Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four
Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend
Heard you had homey in the passenger seating
Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things
That's why I put your ass under my arm
Messing with him can bring bodily harm
And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone
If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female
On no scale, you just confirmed that
Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit
I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick
Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you
My girl cousins, they gon' rock you

[Chorus]

[Ne-Yo]
Shorty what is you thinking bout
Didn't I put you down
Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea
That's the bosses chick, on the side
I might of had, one or two
Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you
Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge
That's what you just don't do

[Chorus to fade]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
I'm a good dude, you see... yeah.....
Females out there that wanna be
Acting like they getting they little revenge off
Taking it further than what it really is
You know what I mean, playing yourself..
Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl
You will have to hold that now..

 

[fox69]

"Back Like That (Remix)"
(feat. Kanye West, Ne-Yo)

"Back Like That (Remix)"
(feat. Kanye West, Ne-Yo)



[Intro: Kanye West (Ghostface Killah)]
It's ya boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this
The Roc is in the building, yeah (It's the remix yo)
Kanye is in the building
(Yo, the monster don is in the building) we in here
(Kanye West is in the building) Ghostface (Your boy getting fat now
I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now
Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass
Shorty mad, pulling her hair out) Haha
Yeah, pardon me, if I lost my voice
I just got off stage, I'm in Japan right now
Sorry bout it...

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Come through the block, in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends
(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that
Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no

[Kanye West]
I'm high powered, put Eva Mendez to sleep
Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week
But, back to you, mad gloss chick, you're way fit
How you have everything in this world and waste it
Prince told me it'll be ok, I'm so sick
Like Ne-Yo say, I'm laid back, like neo-soul
I holla back at this Creole hoe
She from the N.O., but she never told me, and oh so
We at the spot to chill, with a Fugee grill
So ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal
Second I walked in, the whole room got still
I don't know how to put this but, I'm kind of a big deal
And she conceited, she got a reason
She got her hair did, she got her weave in
And I'mma sweat that out, by the evening
You? I don't sweat that now, I got a new

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Oh girl, I can't believe you zoned out
Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont'
I'm that Don Wilson, first one
To put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton
Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks
Yeah, I was fucking, but you don't get me back like that
Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef
Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets
You'se flamingo, showing your true colors
Heard ya'll was ducking down low when you see my brothers
But it's all good, I move from ex to next
Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks
Fat bubble, her body's like one of the best
But I don't need to say nothing, ask Kanye West
She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate
And you mad cuz you played ya self, it's your fault, trick

[Chorus]

[Ne-Yo]
Shot through the heart, the girl caught me
Shot through the block, with him shot gun
He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun
Killah type cat, you better be glad, I'm not one
Had a couple stars up in my sky
She was my moon and my sunshine
Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy
You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Bad Mouth Kid (Skit)"

"Bad Mouth Kid (Skit)"


[Ghostface:] Hey, Yo That's Soul Right There Don't Touch That Radio.
[Kid:] Fuck You
[Ghostface:] What'd U Just Say?
[Kid:] Shut The Fuck Up
[Ghostface:] Come On Before I Beat Your Little Ass You Little Sucker
[Kid:] Get Your Ass Of The Couch
[Ghostface:] What I Tell You Bout Turnin That? This My Couch, Your Mom's Know You Talk Like That Huh?
[Kid:] You're Not My Daddy
[Ghostface:] I'll Knock Your Daddy Out
[Kid:] He Would Fuck You Up
[Ghostface:] Punk Ass Daddy, You Got A Lotta Problems, You Know That Little Boy?
[Mom:] Is Everything Ok In There?
[Ghostface:] Yeah Everything Allright In Here, We Just Chillin
[Ghostface:] Senority
[Mom:] Ok Just Checkin
[Ghostface:] Back To You You Little Motherfuck, I Should Just Paint Your Ass
[Kid:] ....Mother Fucker
[Ghostface:] Ima Paint The Shit Out Of You, Ima Get My Son To Fuck You Up
[Kid:] Bitch Ass Nigger, Eat A Dick
[Ghostface:] Eat A Dick Huh? Thats How You Feel Huh? Yall Mothefuckers Dont Get Beat No More Thats What It Is. Your Parents Dont Bust Yo Mother Fuckin Ass. But Lemme Tell You Something Ima Take This Fuckin Belt Off And Ima Whip Your Motherfuckin Ass Myself Ya Little Bastard

 

[fox69]

"Bamboo's Lament"
(feat. Kandace Springs)

"Bamboo's Lament"
(feat. Kandace Springs)



[Verse 1:]
Never wanted to get left alone
I didn't know how to go along without you
Is it too late?
Did I make a mistake?
Think about the times we shared
Through the good and bad. Don't feel so sad
Is it too late?
Did I make a mistake?

[Hook:]
Yeah yeah, did I make a mistake?
No no, is it too late?
Oh oh, did I make a mistake?
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Barbershop"

"Barbershop"


[friend talking to Ghostface]
Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo)
Yo stay on top of that nigga when you gettin your cut G
That nigga just fuckin zeked me (damn son)
Look what he did to my motherfuckin shit (check this shit out)
Got me lookin all out of order (damn!)
(Yo cut my shit right nigga)

[another friend]
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good
What's poppin with y'all niggaz though and shit
How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit like
The fuck like I don't spend no bread in here and shit
(Got that money, I got that money nigga)
I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks
I give that nigga shit for his fuckin grill man (true, true indeed)
The fuck man? Like I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch
Nigga what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f'real)

[barber to Ghostface + {random fan}]
Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {Shit whattup Starks?}
(Just give it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo}
{Yo I just got that brand new 40 Cal son}
(Knahmean? Do no bullshit, and don't fuck me up this time neither)
{I gotta open it right now son}

[music starts]
(Aiyyo fam keep it cool, you know we got them thang thangs up in here man)
Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grill
Straght up, you like to eat right?
Fuckin with niggaz heads and all that shit
Y'knahmean you got niggaz goin to different barbers 'n shit
Nigga be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and
And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey ass right?
Alright

[Ghostface]
AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top!
You lucky you cool, I'ma let it ride
Slide, you played me so you can't get paid
How you gon' fuck up a don and cold dog his fade?
I look like UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days
The Educator Clapper is housin your coke and the spray
Barbershop niggaz, always wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New York Knicks with they jumpshots
Ox, whack as hell, my ratchet spell
Fuck up again you'll have a funny smell
All Reneece is doin straight nails
Puttin in bangs for bitches
Hundred dollar weaves, some different strains of horsehair

[outro]
Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you moolies back, I'm telling you right now)
(I will shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling you)
(Don't hit the exit) [man running and breathing hard]