It’s Over lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface]
Yo... ayo, this joint right here is about...
When you goin' through mad sh*t
And it just seem like you get out of it, no way and sh*t
You thinkin' you puttin' your sh*t in
And you thinkin' you gettin' over, and doin' all this other sh*t
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' b*tches
Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen
All around di*k sucks whenever
Blowin' chronic out of Philly's, gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era
n*ggas tellin' me my spot is hot
They like "I think any day now, playboy, sh*t 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, n*gga, 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 f*ck 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 b*tch beside me
My heart drop – everything stops, scared to death
Told my broad to keep it moving, 'cause I 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 sh*t, not even cough or spit, my b*tch 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 sh*t done at Tasha's
You know I don't even f*ck with that b*tch"

Yo, son, I think Ghost f*ckin' one of them b*tches, man
And can you believe this son told them b*tches that he can cook, man?
Yo, I can't believe this, these b*tches done went and f*ckin' put a salon up in the f*ckin' hood
Son, I can't even make no money no more, man

"Yo, son –
Maybe you need to tell them b*tches 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 f*ck with them b*tches like that, man
Come on, man

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