Album: Supreme ClientelenYear: 2000nTrack: 2nTrack Produced By: Arthur Wilson aka Black Moes-ArtnSamples: "It's Over" by Eddie Holman nnnLyr...
Album: Supreme ClientelenYear: 2000nTrack: 2nTrack Produced By: Arthur Wilson aka Black Moes-ArtnSamples: "It's Over" by Eddie Holman nnnLyrics:n[Ghostface]nYeah.. whassup y'all, whassup?nThis is Ghostface, straight from Staten IslandnYou know.. I don't really mean no harm..nbut it just happens you knownwhen I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..nthat tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'emnCheck it out though.. aiyyo..nnScientific, my hand kissed itnRobotic let's think optimisticnYou probably missed it, watch me dolly dick itnScotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippienHit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richienChop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a OptimonSwing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'rollnTidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsolenHit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzelnbut Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guidenJump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pienI'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shoutednTracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowdednYou fake cats done heard it firstnOn how I shitted on your turfnat times, Cuban Link verse yonCheck out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippinnFace in the box, I seen your ear twitchinnAs soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offsnGive one to Rae', let's season they brothnLightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hivanDiva got rocked from the receiver bleedernPortfolio, lookin fancy in the pantrynMy man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampinBase that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste thatnSee Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hatnStraight offnnYeah.. yeah..nI just wan't y'all niggaznto smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettesnUniversal death threats, yeahnThis be the God Body, yeah no doubtnJudge WisennAiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelersnThe Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugersnRock those, big boy Bulotti's out of WoodridgenPorch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribsnRotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glazenPerfected find truth within self, let's smokenAll hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisalnDirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on famnDancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose picturesnKick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack richesnOlsive compulsive lies flies with my name on itnDick made the cover now count, how many veins on itnScooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trapnTen years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?nBung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't comennYeah, you see what I mean?nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your oddsninstead of studyin me!nThat's how you lost your first job punknNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!nShit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigganHe was on the fourth, I was on the thirdnn[RZA]nPass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental driftnOne whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiffnBrick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clocknI used to run up and pick, a crab locknHit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flipnUptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your assnIncognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needlenDick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetalnNine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongsnSpit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong KingnMerciless Meng, point the killa bee stingnring DINGS, right through your head BINGnSnap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracksnOnce the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacksnPass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarettenwhile your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+nCrazy as ShapironMultiply myself ten times standin next to zeronAnd snap my fingers like the Fonznand bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blondendip hair, make a nigga flip in his chairnHad the armpit shaved off perfect with the NairnStomach fat as a pancake for her man's sakenUsed to fuck her when she menestrautenbut it made her hyperventilatenn[Ghostface]nBROOKLYN!nI know, I know, I know, I knownQUEENS!nI know, I know, I know, I knownSHAOLIN!nI know, I know, I know, I knownI know, I know, I know, I know, I knownBRONX!nI know, I know, I know, I knownJERSEY!nI know, I know, I knownLONG ISLAND!nI know, I know, I know, I knownI know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN! Less
