Ghostface Killah Barbershop Lyrics

{*bell rings as the door opens*}

[friend talking to Ghostface]
Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo)
Yo stay on top of that n____ when you gettin your cut G
That n____ just f___in zeked me (d___ son)
Look what he did to my m_________in s___ (check this s___ out)
Got me lookin all out of order (d___!)
(Yo cut my s___ right n____)

[another friend]
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's good
What's poppin with y'all n____z though and s___
How the f___ this n____ skimp me and s___ like
The f___ like I don't spend no bread in here and s___
(Got that money, I got that money n____)
I give that n____ f___in Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks
I give that n____ s___ for his f___in grill man (true, true indeed)
The f___ man? Like I don't f___in spend money in this b____
n____ what the f___ man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f'real)

[barber to Ghostface] + {random fan}
Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {s___ 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 f___ 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 n____, buy you a Foreman Grill
Straght up, you like to eat right?
f___in with n____z heads and all that s___
Y'knahmean you got n____z goin to different barbers 'n s___
n____ be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and
And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey a__ 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' f___ 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 c__e and the spray
Barbershop n____z, always wind up f___in 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
f___ up again you'll have a funny smell
All Reneece is doin straight nails
Puttin in bangs for b____es
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*}