Beat The Clock Lyrics - The Pretty Toney Album - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 

Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga? 

This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit 

You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you 

Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock 

Suprise: time started already, muthafucka 

Say that shit, nigga 

[Ghostface Killah] 

I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways 

Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby 

Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy 

Before I go to bed, an hour later 

People be talkin', I feed dolphins 

My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office 

My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction 

Teach then fall off the greatest, fuck what they say 

Cuz we against the abortions, and we 

Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes 

Got them clothes for his new feud in the road 

We them Fat Albert, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures 

Lookin' all suspicous, I'm out. 

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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] 

Aiyo, hold up! What the fuck you stop for? 

(I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g 

What the fuck you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and shit 

Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up 

Time is runnin' nigga, come! What the fuck? 

[Ghostface Killah] 

I work magic out of liquor store 

Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch into five 

And all I need is one more, to get things started 

Get retarded, and once you -- I'mma fix these artists 

Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up 

Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggaz up 

They be up in the club, six/three tree'd up 

With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up 

This is how I'mma kill 'em with four lines left 

Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo 

Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo 

It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow 

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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] 

Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit 

You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for all that 

(I'm tired, though lord, what the fuck) 

What you mean you tired and shit, g? 

You suppose to be that nigga, nigga then show me 

If you that nigga! Then show me, nigga! 

[Ghostface Killah] 

I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails 

Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards 

Them pen, how the meter spray 

Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay 

Get off my D-I, then go C the K's (case) 

'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish" 

Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may day 

Callin' all cars, callin' all cars 

We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God 

We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue 

We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan 

That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open 

I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean 

Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing 

Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating 

I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin' 

With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin' 

[Outro: Ghostface Killah] 

This muthafucka made the clock! 

Mutha-- where the fuck? 

Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin' 

That's that Staten Island, bullshit 

Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost 

But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka!