Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Chip Banks, Hell Razah, Lord Superb
Album:  Supreme Clientele
Song:   We Made It
Typed by: Tha Masta

"Tony Starks fights again for survival,
 and by just a thin thread of electric current
 wins another victory."

[Intro: Lord Superb (Ghostface Killah)]
Uh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all
(Bounce wit us) Hip-hop
(What? Celebrities, what?)
(Street corner) For all my niggas
Crack spot niggas
*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"*
Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches
Yo, you know what y'all...

[Lord Superb]
Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a lot of clothes and played the ave.
Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes
and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with you, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out

[Chip Banks]
See.. see.. see me
I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast 
make the post and front pagin', centre-stage and
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rock our own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'
Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes
Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those
Jury stay froze, court cases get closed
Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them
Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em
The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em"
The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul
when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele'

[Chorus 2X: Lord Superb]
From Riker's Island to the Cayman Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent, for real

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, spotted at the mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Hallyed at a sanctuary, first bet placed upon entry
Fainted when the book mentioned me
Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences
Drop that, Ghost listenin, track sizzlin
Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century
Best sellers, but niggas stay together
Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz
Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens
You program, broke bottles of Dom
Seven inch bangles, back breakers
I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci robes
Dennis Coles in the latest fashions
Blow backs in, flip raps like forty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble

[Hell Razah]
Analyze This like DeNiro, words in your center earhole
Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass windows
Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models
We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles
And life without you, can't count you as great men
Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in
The wage is a sin, before they reach up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck your chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan
Durags and our pants hangin

*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again*

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
That's right y'all
Street corners
Jail niggas
Riker's Island
Ge-Grey Haven
Big Un
That's right y'all
Word up
All y'all, all y'all crumbs
We made it, nigga
Step the fuck off
True indeed, true indeed
Yeah, Ready Red
That's right, my nigga Born
That's right yo
Lil' Free in the feds
That's right, you'll be home nigga
Yeah, we made it
Yeah, C Allah, word up
That's fam
Yeah, check it out
Staten Island
True indeed
Five boroughs
Check it, uh-huh

*Who Would You Fuck skit follows in Canadian version*