Walking Through the Darkness - Ghostface Killah

Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio

777 FM, we in God dimension

Sponsored by Stark Enterprise

Shout out to everybody on Staten Island

Don’t touch that dial…

A-yo, a-yo, my name’s on your roster kid, I mean business

Big elevators mean big businesses

Sleeves rolled up around five, I, loosen my tie

Rough day though the stock was high

Plus I’m hungry, move like the boss of the joint

I know it don’t mean nothing 'causeI brought the joint

But still, realer hits, card dealerships

Bank slips, murder topics, niggas ain’t shit

So what, I had a rough day?

That’s right, and if y’all don’t like it

Then motherfuck y’all, it’s Ghost in the house!

Make noise if it’s C.R.E.A.M.

in the house!

Aww shit now, fly coffee tables, haircuts dust

Money this long, you wish you could roll with us

Supersoak us, your bitch chose us

Be sure to stay away from friends you can’t trust

It’s been so long (yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh)

Since he had a true friend (that's right, that’s right)

True friends are sure hard to come by (uh-huh)

But then again

His loyalties lie within

Always kept his head to the sky

And they can’t see… no n-n-no-no (Check it

I want all y’all…remember this?

Yo, c’mon, c’mon)

They can’t see him walking through the darkness… no-n-n-no-no

(Ooha-ooha! yo, Ooha-ooha! uh-huh

Yeah, Ooha-ooha!

Ooha-ooha!)

They can’t see him walking through the darkness

Yo, yo, yo, the new President America

Flash money, act funny

Party, ride the bubbly

Goons and thugs, double Hennessy

One shot to the nose, double energy

I don Wallabees, fucking remember me

Guess who’s back?

The W embassy!

Even in the dark we electricity, rap celebrities for the longevity

Staten and Manhattan, that’s all liberty

B.E.T, MTV always big up me

That I rock coliseums, cop a drop BM

Drunk throw his dick out on stage, I gotta see him

Then he sung:

Ha!

Let’s get drunk!

Ha!

Let’s get drunk and high yeah!

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, throw your hands in the air, throw your hands in the air

(They can’t see him walking through the darkness)

Like this y’all, like that y’all… c’mon, yeah

(c'mon, no-o-o they can’t see him walking through the darkness)

Yeah… ma, c’mon boo… yeah that’s right… motherfucka

(No-o-o, they can’t see him walking through the darkness)

Yeah… c’mon ma, rock that sick… that’s right yo, look at ???

over there

C’mon, c’mon we breakin' it down

(Ooh no-o, they can’t see him walking through, walking through)

Uh-huh, these are the best dancers in the house tonight

Ladies and gentlemen give them a round of applause

(No, and the earth, they can’t explain… on his road to become… become)

Uh-huh, that’s how I like it, that’s right, listening to the sounds of Ghost

Radio…

It’s like that y’all… Staten Island, New York

(the chased and get hazed)

New York in the house, make some noise!

(but ???)