(M. Crenshaw)
Stop doing that
Maybe I've missed my chance
To talk to you as a friend
But stop doing that
That's what I'm gonna say
When you and I meet again
I thought the rumors were lies
Until I saw for myself
Not your better watch out
Or you're soon gonna find
That you're on the losing side
Of the battle line
Stop doing that
Don't try to lie to me
The way you lie to yourself
Stop doing that
Don't say that things you do
Shouldn't matter to anyone else
Somewhere in my heart
There will always be a place
For you and all the moments we shared
When we both believed
There was a reason to care
We used to live on the run
Not so long ago
And tt was all about fun
Fun and self discovery
And now you say nothing's changed...
Better look again
'Cause the way you're living now...
It looks more like you're dying to me
You look like walking misery
Stop doing that
Why should I keep on telling you?
You won't stop doing that
All your wreckless self-indulgence
Your disregard for the mess you're creating
Don't tell me, I know it's hard...
Now I don't know where to find you
But if you were here
I'd grab you by the collar
And whisper in your ear
Stop doing that[Goldie]
Tommy Mattola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
[Ghostface Killah, (U-God)]
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, 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)
[Goldie]
Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are over
[U-God]
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin,
Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Bizerk, Bicardi Lime
We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas
[Goldie, (U-God), {Ghost}]
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
(Blow 'em down God)
Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne
(Yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah
(Truly yours, peace boo)