Ghostface Killah

(*Singer*)
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Ooooh (yeah), his whole life through (that's right)
He's been walking through the rain (rain)
Until the day he rhyme for you (uh huh, uh huh)
And the sun came pouring down (tell 'em girl)
(Ghostface)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up
Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts
Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts
Starks stays in luck, truck
There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up
Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info
Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowin Indo
Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro
Throw this in your whip, convent, your tens blow
Yo' I kick the ill rhymes like this
Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this
C'mon, stop frontin at a time like this
Pretty Tone in the house, you better hide your bitch
(Chorus: *Singer*)
Ghost showers just a sign of the power
You feel in you, oh baby
Ghost showers got you by the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
(Ghostface)
Behind the wall action
Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say I bet he do
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies
It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy
Kicked the ill rhyme, nah, nah, I said it before
I keep the club moist, ladies throw they panties on the floor
Action, Atlantic City lights, main attraction
Slick talk, jiggy at the door, got the gat and
(*Singer*) + [Ghost talking]
[Yeah, c'mon]
Oooh, you know that rhyme won't end
[We 'bout to slow this down right about know and...]
Makes your day worthwhile