Supreme Clientele
Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas cant live
Who on this? We aint got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Yll done flipped yall wig, blacked out the kid
Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze ookin at your ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard yall kids is bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now its cherry pie, if its not BROKE, let it be
Aint nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk dont mean nuttin when ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see them like ya want freedom
You know that sayin, if ya cant join em
Beat em and push ya way in
We aint acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum juice with Jacob, FOOL
Youre like DUDE, I dont like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from Shao, we aint mad at you
Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly pace
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
Droopy luck, my main bitches call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost, youre so crazy"
Cappa slide thru with the Ghost
Post up like paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-goose
Its the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten Island
Playin with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Dunkin hinds
Didnt know Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus
Yo, the words you talk better be the words you walk
Body you in the van while the nurse is off
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off
That explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, yall aint trained to brawl
Yall more like them training bras
Wet behind the ear, youre not prepared
for the project flow, with extra stares
I pass out a vest to wear (bulletsll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, startin bonfires
Pullin mask, so you know its me
Your weave got more seeds than ODB
Cant smoke witcha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will open ya
Your shit lice
Baby shake your shit fore your shit lice
Get rich like...
Word, its me yall
We in two sixes, flirtin with bitches
Dime plush, takin pictures
"How you doin baby, my names Ghost
Dont get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it since Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Rikers Island
Stretched out, malled up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
Biggies Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, dont make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all chisseled
Elbows unique now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tony Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80s, in front of Maseys I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet pose
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows
Supercalifragilisticexbealidosious
Ghostll hollar exbefragilisticcalisuper
Cancoon, catch me in the room eatin group up
Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark Clark crew
Fuck yall wan do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, its sick like
the way yo stank bitch eat a dick like
baby shake yo shit, hold yo dick like
gettin rich like..
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