Malcolm Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

[Ghostface] 

Ayo 

I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint 

Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly 

Like fuck it (2 gunshots), look how these niggas duck shit 

One kid hollerin what lookin up, he the big wig 

Fake ass cat, low life, sodomize mind 

Beatin niggas, big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes 

His feet hurt, networkin he get no work 

Yo smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth 

Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns 

Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run 

Plus he ill in the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man 

Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front 

Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass 

Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her 

Big Bub did him somethin deadly, act premedidtated 

Buck 60 strike was the medley 

Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin 

Did two days thought he was jailin 

You get close, look at his hands 

That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin bout the cuffs did it 

He ran away, frontin majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis jr. 

Rounded off with a fade g, he sport the Bob Hope classics 

Ran down Asics, Kmart, the short sleeve shit be the basics 

He eat hams shitted on himself twice, big hatted Jews 

Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights 

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Yo let me tell you how the game go 

We gettin rid of all the prostitutes 

Tony wants the streets back fo sho 

Too many hustlers, too many thieves 

We're fuckin up who's willin to fight and teach the c's 

Too much TV, guns and robberies 

Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy 

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[Ghostface] 

Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit 

The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives 

It's rainin, 85 degrees kinda muggy 

One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly 

Yo we up in Jonesy's posin, all these niggas know me 

>From fuckin wit, under theses niggas heavy parolees 

Yo we played the speaker 

And from a distance we could see these chains 

The P slayed, flat on his chest, was two plains 

Ashy hands yo, no need for rings at all 

He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall 

Lookin flower, he just came home, he on like a fuck 

Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck 

Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip 

He throwin up six plates plus he studied Matrix 

He's a wally horse shout it out sweatin through his valor 

Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores 

Sammy eagerly rode up on him, taxi off the turkey with the joint 

On him 

Flower look his man stood up before him 

The bitches hit the table, Jah king stripped off his cables 

Shots went off, Sam'll get a chance to make his debut 

Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off 

We nerd his wigworms, he hid behind Rich 

See Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled 

In the measured pool, pistol with Mase, and broke the handle 

Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours 

Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours" 

Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin 

He layin like a gay models shoutin out Sebastian 

He smiled with his teeth missin begging for mercy 

No more god, the 68 thousand down a pair of three 

Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin 

Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon 

It's over, another story told 

Lyin with the snakes, tongue kissin cobras 

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