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Allie Wrubel - Its Over Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface]
Yo... ayo, this joint right here is about...
When you goin' through mad shit
And it just seem like you get out of it, no way 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 cave in on you, pa
Check the joint, it's...

[Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]
Over!
And all that loving (The masquerade)
I know it's over... (The masquerade)
Ah-ha, over! (Over)
My, my, my good thing is over (Over)
The masquerade is over (Over)
Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)

[Verse 1: Ghostface]
Ayo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' bitches
Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen
All around dick sucks whenever
Blowin' chronic out of Philly's, gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era
Niggas tellin' me my spot is hot
They like "I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop"
Back then I was the phat Ghost, them came March 1st
My ace boon coon got murked, got burnt for all our work
After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten g's
Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's
Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces
Keepin' 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: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]
Over!
And all that loving (The masquerade)
I know it's over... (The masquerade)
Ah-ha, over! (Over)
My, my, my good thing is over (Over)
The masquerade is over (Over)
Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)

[Pre-Verse (over Chorus): Ghostface]
Yeah... you see how that went, right?
That episode got deep and all of that
Knawhatimean? 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
Verse two:

[Verse 2: Ghostface]
Ayo, ayo – 11:40 A.M. in the Best Western
I'm with my bat, blew her ass back and chest in
Slobbed 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've checked my phone–
How'd the fuck she get the codes?!
Psh... I don't know
Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby (Word?)
Spotted me, tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch beside me
My heart drop – everything stops, scared to death
Told my broad to keep it moving, 'causeI just got knocked
"Don't turn around," as soon she did, she bust a shot
Plus she tough, security dropped when she touch the Glock
I had the dumb face on, long face on
Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone
There goes the car (Car), house (House), rhyme books, jewelry
Court date – "Judge, my shorty tried to screw me!"
[Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]
Over!
And all that loving (The masquerade)
I know it's over... (The masquerade)
Ah-ha, over! (Over)
My, my, my good thing is over (Over)
The masquerade is over (Over)
Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)

[Outro (over Chorus): Ghostface]
Uh... you see? Sometime it don't pay
What goes around comes around, and–
In many different ways, and–
You can guess what happened
That's right, ya'll
You know how I get down
If anybody got it locked, it's God
That's right, word...

[Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]
Over!
And all that loving (The masquerade)
I know it's over... (The masquerade)
Ah-ha, over! (Over)
My, my, my good thing is over (Over)
The masquerade is over (Over)
Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)
[Skit]

[Solomon Childs]
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 fuckin' 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 done went and fuckin' put a salon up in the fuckin' 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 somethin' in the back, maybe we could get some money back there?"

Son, you know I don't even FUCK with them bitches like that, man
Come on, man

[sample]
"Come on, sugar, hold me tight..."