Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Cappadonna, Method Man, Redman Album: Supreme Clientele Song: Buck 50 Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Method Man] Supreme Clientele Fresh... Fresh... Fresh... Huh! [Method Man] Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give Ya'll done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass kids Freeze, lookin at your ice like 'jeez' I'm plottin' on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy 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 ya for ya cake and ya icing That tough talk, don't 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 can't join 'em, beat 'em And push ya way in, we ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants saggin, pull your waist up Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool You're like dude, I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from the Shao', we ain't mad at you [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, Starks with the Parcheesi face, meesly pace Old face Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste The Droopy luck, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy" "There's no love to be found..." - sample [Cappadonna] Cappa slide thru with the Ghost, post up like paint on walls Drip jew-els, big heat, ruffle inside the bubble-goose, it's the odd couple Hollow 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 Duncan Hines Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dust heads runnin, the rap kingpin, plus the Black Jesus is coming [Redman] Yo, the words you talk better be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart Till it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light curcuits 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 them training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow, with extra stares I pass out a vest to wear (bullets'll flying) Yo, the hard wire, startin bonfires Pullin' mask, so you know it's me And your weave got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Method Man] Eat a dick like Baby shake your shit, so your dick like Gettin' rich like... "There's no love to be found..." - sample [Ghostface Killah] Word, it's me y'all... We in two sixes, flirtin with bitches, dime plush, takin pictures "How you doin baby, my name's Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak" Seek intelligence, slickest nigga donning since Grease Check out the greys on the side of my waves, I grew those on Riker's Island Stretched out, balled up in the cage Pull a bool' out on Jimmy Jam, text Space Jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versacis, Snow White rabbit Hands is like photographic magic Funeral love, moving when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chisseled Elbows unique now, meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco night glow, velvet pose Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Dosiousaliexbefragilisticcalisuper Cancun, catch me in a room eatin' grouper [Method Man] Shoe fly shoe, Wally Dart Clark Crew Fuck y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick like Beware yo stank bitch, eat a dick like Baby shake your shit, so your dick like Gettin' rich like... "There's no love to be found..." - sample