Just that Don't upgrade ghosts, you'll feel sorry Just in dream Loving you I've never seen Then you proved to be easy Niggas running round with the fake frames Sell them on eBay Give word to the DJ Tell them Staten Island's in the house Put the record on replay Hella new kicks in my closet like Baskin-Robbins Central Park killers, stab niggas while they jogging No shirt on, wow like I sniffed a ape At the ballgame, jumped down and stole the base Some motherfuckers said it was base Silly me thought it was a 12 by 12 inch Columbian snowflake Marc Jacobs, low cut A6 To see me have niggas running like farts when he broke his braces Stole the nigga like a pot of hot chocolate Before I eat it I'll blow on the bitch's cartridge Niggas kill me betraying that hard shit Shove his face in the dirt like an ostrich Or some mob shit No talking like we resolve shit Stretch a nigga out like in a large dick That's one for you, one two for me I'm hogging this shit That motherfucker's best to be easy The pyroclastic flow You know the side bitch You know the side bitch I'll fuck you if you don't think I get money I get it all day, standing in the hallway On Broadway, bitches wanna call Shay Over to the car, but ho, I'm the superstar Get your ass out, fuck if you pass out Walk over to your man, pull the cash out Put it in my hand, watch a nigga mash out Walk back to your car with your ass out Fuck a ghost rider, nigga, down with ghost face I'm a killer with the chrome all in your face Blow your face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny Hick, Casper on the post West coast, your hoe, you gotta love it It's Ice Cube, your bitch, I got it covered I got a movie for your kids, a dick for your bitch A 4-5 slug for your weed They wanna put me out the league like Terry Till they see these smoking double barrels Ice Cube will fuck off movie money To serve you on the mic and make whitey feel funny Tell your crew to be easy Niggas running around with the fake friends Sell them on Ebay Give word to the DJ Tell them Staten Island's in the house Put the record on relay Get your nose blown off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there laying on stiff, uh Every time you go uptown, you get gypped, uh That's comma boy running your lip, uh You be friend like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, Wardie, drinking my piss, uh The yellow shit in the bottle ain't crisp, uh You turned your motherfucking head, nigga, we switched, uh You just mad cause I'm hitting your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lot of shit without that liquor Yup, we mossied up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now, later, after life, or scripture Yeah, oh shit Ayo, Tone, hurry up and get him, nigga You know me, it's about to pop off Y'all niggas, clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on Tell your crew to be easy Niggas running around with the fake frowns Sell them on Ebay Give word to the DJ Tell them Staten Island's in the house Put the record on replay There was a stone in the building The team's in the building Niggas wanna beef, what up, what up, what up We back to the ceiling We constantly chilling We can cause we could We shoot, we slice, we cut Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay now Yes, my birthday landed in May now Peace to dirt dog, I'm back like deja vu Leave your girl around me, I will bang your moon Ah, you bitch niggas better listen up Anybody front, paramedics go and pick him up They try to save you, swear to God, I hit the nurse up Like, nah, doc, he look better in a hearse truck I try to ignore this people, sorry But I ain't the type, dude, you go to war And my polo gun, yo, will crack the floor Shit, when the heat's on, you know I draw And I had his number down, Tone, he just called it Yeah, that's right I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? You know what I mean? Who really rock New York? This is that Theodore shit Motherfucker