Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Cappadonna, Method Man, Redman Album: Supreme Clientele Song: Buck 50 Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Method] Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze *sniff* Lookin at your ice like GEEZ! I'm plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie - if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin nice in - New York Stick you for your cake and your icing That tough talk? Don't mean nuttin when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedom You know that saying - if you can't join 'em, beat 'em and push your way in We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist up Niggaz rentin slum jewels from Jacob, FOOL! You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" [Ghostface] Yo, yo Starks with the parcheesi face, measly paced ofays Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" [Cappadonna] Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat ruffle inside the bubblegoose It's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home, Staten Island playin with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads runnin (yo) The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin [Redman] Yo The words you talk, that'll be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in trainin bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow, with extra stairs I pass out a vest to wear (bullets, FLYIN) Yo, the hard wire, startin barn fires Pullin mad, so you know it's me and your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke witcha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Method] .. eat a dick like (HUH) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH) Gettin rich like .. .. "There's no love to be found" [Ghostface] Word.. it's me y'all.. We in two-six's flirtin with bitches Dime plus takin pictures, how you doin baby? My name Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest nigga goin since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Riker's Island Stretched out, balled up in the caves Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love Movin when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseled Elbows unique now, meet the new me Ghettofabulous, Ton' Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special effects High-tech armors merc you at the shows Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious Dociousaliexpifragalisticcalisuper Cancun, catch me in the room, eatin grouper.. [Method] Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew Fuck y'all wanna do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like (HUH) Killin for the whole click is sick like (HUH) You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH) Gettin rich like (HUH) Yeah.. .. "There's no love to be found"