Tommy Mottola, lives on the road

He lost his lady, two months ago

Maybe he′ll find her, maybe he won'tOh wonder, that love

Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me

No girl can freak me, I′m just too nasty

Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all

Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?

Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose

Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope

Airbrush W-B's, stop! (Shake your body-body)

And cop a couple of these (she′s a hottie-hottie)

Schott Free and Sean C, very upset (for what, for what?)

They′re sick and tired of living in debt

Tired of roaches and tired of rats, I know they are over

One in the head, I'm saying, this is how we do ′em

Put a rough rider on my dick, burst right through 'em

Come out your shirt and search the party rhyme

Fine dime can usurp for Kadi line

Repatriate, taste the shit that Karma claims

Now ′fore the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine

Swallow nine, my rude jams from Bahamas

Slim dudu makers stuffed inside pajamas

They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby

They′ll love you one second, then hate you the next, oh, ain't it crazy baby, yeah

Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah

Now he′s alone, he′s just the king of his throne (yeah, aha, true)

Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (truly yours, peace boo)

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah (amore, amore, he rhymes)

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah (he rhymes, amore, oh Tony)

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah (he rhymes, he rhymes)

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah