[Intro: Ghostface]

Yo, ayo, this joint right here is about when you goin' through mad shit

And it just seem like you get out of it, no way and shit

You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in

And you thinkin' you gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit

But before you know it, your whole world just cave in on you, pa

Check the joint, it's...

[Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]

Over!

And all that loving (The masquerade)

I know it's over... (The masquerade)

Ah-ha, over! (Over)

My, my, my good thing is over (Over)

The masquerade is over (Over)

Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)

[Verse 1: Ghostface]

Ayo, back in '95 when I was jugglin' bitches

Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen

All around dick sucks whenever

Blowin' chronic out of Philly's, gettin' flusty in the Cub' Link era

Niggas tellin' me my spot is hot

They like, "I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop"

Back then I was the phat Ghost, then came March 1st

My ace boon coon got murked, got burnt for all our work

After the funeral, I played low, countin' my last ten G's

Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's

Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces

Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases

When it get dark, venom will leave my mark (Over)

I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man, he said–

"Yo, Starks! You're surrounded, put down your gun

Look at the rules, there's nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run"

[Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]

Over!

And all that loving (The masquerade)

I know it's over... (The masquerade)

Ah-ha, over! (Over)

My, my, my good thing is over (Over)

The masquerade is over (Over)

Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)

[Pre-Verse (over Chorus): Ghostface]

Yeah... you see how that went, right?

That episode got deep and all of that

Knawhatimean? Then it just go on and

It just don't stop...

I don't care what town you from, what hood you from

It just all goes in, yo, check this episode

Verse two:

[Verse 2: Ghostface]

Ayo, ayo – 11:40 A.M. in the Best Western

I'm with my bat, blew her ass back and chest in

Slobbed my knob, yeah, no question – this my main bat

She thorough like that, so we don't use protection

But the night before, my wiz must've checked my phone–

How'd the fuck she get the codes?!

Psh... I don't know

Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby (Word?)

Spotted me, tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch beside me

My heart drop – everything stops, scared to death

Told my broad to keep it moving, 'cause I just got knocked

"Don't turn around," as soon she did, she bust a shot

Plus she tough, security dropped when she touch the Glock

I had the dumb face on, long face on

Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone

There goes the car (Car), house (House), rhyme books, jewelry

Court date – "Judge, my shorty tried to screw me!"

[Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]

Over!

And all that loving (The masquerade)

I know it's over... (The masquerade)

Ah-ha, over! (Over)

My, my, my good thing is over (Over)

The masquerade is over (Over)

Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)

[Outro (over Chorus): Ghostface]

Uh... you see? Sometime it don't pay

What goes around comes around, and–

In many different ways, and–

You can guess what happened

That's right, ya'll

You know how I get down

If anybody got it locked, it's God

That's right, word...

[Chorus: Keithshawn Williams, (Wakena Rosado)]

Over!

And all that loving (The masquerade)

I know it's over... (The masquerade)

Ah-ha, over! (Over)

My, my, my good thing is over (Over)

The masquerade is over (Over)

Woah-oh-oh, it's over... (Over)

[Skit]

[Solomon Childs]

Hey Kimmy, how you doing?!

"What up, Keisha!"

Damn girl, your hair looks so nice

"Yeah, I got my shit done at Tasha's

You know I don't even fuck with that bitch"

Yo, son, I think Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man

And can you believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man?

Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches done went and fuckin' put a salon up in the fuckin' hood

Son, I can't even make no money no more, man

"Yo, son –

Maybe you need to tell them bitches that

If they could put a 'Ms. Pac-Man' or somethin' in the back, maybe we could get some money back there?"

Son, you know I don't even FUCK with them bitches like that, man

Come on, man

[sample]

"Come on, sugar, hold me tight..."