Is it a bird Is it a plane No it's ghost No it's ghost What did you all discover Is it a bird Is it a plane No it's ghost No it's ghost It's a superman lover Yeah yeah yeah Aiyo I'm coming up the block Got my hands on the ratchet And these f**king little faggots don't believe it's ghost Well surprise motherf**k Starkey love got breakfast Got some steaming hot biscuits You can eat this toast Shots blow through you meatloaf and lace you back Turn you over like a pancake and take you gat That's not damn near the half of it Cops came Said the killahs ain't risk game And the flow's so accurate Anything's possible black You mad profitable Waste no time breath Air on popping you Put you on the guest list Go dance with death The club's dead yeah You right You the last one left See the spooks in Goths in devils in fires in You dwelling in hell Where them snitch niggaz lying friend Your skin start bubbling from in the hot oven Say peace to my man down there k-dozen It's ghost pressing you all clowns on the regular Dead you on a five pack Then take you cellular Don't get it twisted black cuz I'll bury you This is just weed money The more the merrier They call me the superman lover Said they call me the superman lover Yeah plus I'm wrong Aiyo g4 jets with like three and four pets Sex beck's chicken and hens all the same sex Walk through the amazon spilling dom Moet to find my way back I gotta leave a trail of bagettes My tongue's like a four-pound My game is ill Twist a chick like a rubik's cube Now what's the deal Chocolate light skin meet Mr Excitement Got my d d l On me that's my dick them down license Never wife them strike just like lightning I stay piping hype just like hype is Bitches wanna see me and my rindstone drawers Call in sick at work Then they take off For me spread them out for starky My mouth may drizzle like bizmarkie I get it in like any car key My stroke is on I'm never rusty Uh-uh but if you wanna play This is what you gonna say That I got the best d He could hit it all day Something like a rising star that's on broadway Sex real live with a illmatic foreplay They call me the superman lover Said they call me the superman lover Yeah plus I'm wrong Oh shit it's that bally it's that slick bally '88 material Little niggaz don't know nothing about this though Check it out you all Come on yeah come on Up in the sky When I'm at the bar Or in a rented car You'll see me flying by You see the jewelry truck Don't touch Yeah come on yeah When I'm in the streets Might show you the heat Look flying straight past you They call me the superman lover They call me the superman lover Yeah plus I'm wrong Something ain't wrong with me Mama got a big Mama got a big but Toney starks radio right here Mama got a big Mama got a big but Wave your hand in the air like this Mami wave your hands in the air like this Put them up if you trying to get rich Put them up if you trying to get rich Uh that's right get rich Let's go that's right get rich Staten island New York what up