Ghostface Killah Barbershop Lyrics

Barbershop Lyrics

[friend talking to Ghostface]

Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo)

Yo stay on top of that nigga when you gettin your cut G

That nigga just
fuckin zeked me (damn son)

Look what he did to my motherfuckin shit (check
this shit out)

Got me lookin all out of order (damn!)

(Yo cut my
shit right nigga)



[another friend]

Aiyyo son whattup man
what's good what's good

What's poppin with y'all niggaz though and
shit

How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit like

The fuck like I
don't spend no bread in here and shit

(Got that money, I got that money
nigga)

I give that nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks

I give
that nigga shit for his fuckin grill man (true, true indeed)

The fuck
man? Like I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch

Nigga what the fuck
man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f'real)



[barber to Ghostface + {random
fan}]

Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {Shit whattup Starks?}

(Just give it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo}

{Yo I just got
that brand new 40 Cal son}

(Knahmean? Do no bullshit, and don't fuck me up
this time neither)

{I gotta open it right now son}



[music
starts]

(Aiyyo fam keep it cool, you know we got them thang thangs up in
here man)

Yeah my nigga, buy you a Foreman Grill

Straght up, you
like to eat right?

Fuckin with niggaz heads and all that shit

Y'knahmean you got niggaz goin to different barbers 'n shit

Nigga be
throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and

And then can't get not one free
cut out your lil' monkey ass right?

Alright



[Ghostface]

AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top!

You
lucky you cool, I'ma let it ride

Slide, you played me so you can't get
paid

How you gon' fuck up a don and cold dog his fade?

I look like
UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days

The Educator Clapper is
housin your coke and the spray

Barbershop niggaz, always wind up fuckin
around

One minute you hot, next minute you not

Remind me of the New
York Knicks with they jumpshots

Ox, whack as hell, my ratchet spell

Fuck up again you'll have a funny smell

All Reneece is doin straight
nails

Puttin in bangs for bitches

Hundred dollar weaves, some
different strains of horsehair



[outro]

Yo Tone put the gun
away, the cops is here

(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I
don't wanna nobody sayin nothin)

(I put one of you moolies back, I'm
telling you right now)

(I will shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling
you)

(Don't hit the exit) [man running and breathing hard]