Ghostface Killah - Barbershop lyrics

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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)

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)

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}

(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

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

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)