Buck 50 Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

(Method) 

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 slums usually 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" 

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(Ghostface) 

Yo, yo 

Starks flippin cheesyface 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 

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(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"