Uh huh, uh huh, motherfucker, uh huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin' my light, huh? Watch me,
My God, so they are killers I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer They just keep on killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
In an enemy land Ack, just by destroying starks enterprises We could cripple their national defense So you professor Finkle, the world's greatest expert
Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know I don't really mean no harm But it just happens you know When
[Ghostface Killah] I think it happened on a Saturday I heard the phone ring, ding, ding Who this? 'Vine yo.. Wise guy killed last night by the Tracks,
Girl, (New Ghost Face) Yeah to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here
Yo, Saturday night, uptown Ridin' past Kansas fried chicken What's poppin' kid? we in the mix It's chilly forty below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J'
Oh yeah, motherfucker It's real Y'all niggas hold your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas, eat kid
Ayo I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin
*featuring Madam Majestic, U-God [Madam Majestic] Tommy Mattola, lives on the road He lost his lady, two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won
too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
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 From Riker
down and think it through God, God 'Cuz comin' all outta ya face'll get ya clap, God You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele Step in
Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it? I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya New Ghostface
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke
let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Aiyo, aiyo Clientele Kidd layin
up? [Hook x2: Polite] Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go [Raekwon] Aiyo Clientele Kidd Layin in the crib
