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Buck 50 feat. Method Man & Redman
Ghostface Killah
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Supreme Clientele!
There's no love to be found (ah!)
Fresh!
Fresh!
Fresh!
Huh!
Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas 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
Die and live for my nigs and my badass kids, freeze, sss
Looking at your ice like, "Jeez!"
I'm plottin' on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that ('bout that), psychotherapy
You bugging, 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 (uh)
Ain't nothing nice in New York
Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk
Don't mean nothin' 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
Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude"
Fronting on my Clan from the Stat, but we ain't mad at you (yo, yo)
Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face
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
Cappa slide through with the Ghost
Post up like paint on walls, drip jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple
Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island
Playing with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads running (yo)
The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is coming (yo)
The words you talk (talk) better be the words you walk (walk)
Body you in the bed where the nurses are (nurses are)
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
'Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light circuits off (ha), 33rd of my brain is off
That explains why my language off (off)
My gun aim and cough (huh), y'all ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more like in training bras (ha-ha)
Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared
For the project flow, with extra stairs (ha-ha)
I pass out a vest to wear (bullets flyin')
Yo, the hard-wire, startin' bonfires (startin' bonfires)
Pull the mask so you know it's me
And your weed got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke with ya (huh!), watch Ghost tie a rope to ya
Def and Wu will open ya, ya (huh!)
Eat a dick like (huh! Come on!)
Baby, shake your shit, girl you're thick like (huh!)
Getting rich like (huh!)
Word (come on!)
There's no love to be found
Word, it's me y'all
We in two sixes flirtin' with bitches, dime plus
Taking pictures, "How you doing, baby? My name Ghost"
Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga donnin' since 'Grease'
Check out the grays on the side of my waves
I grew those on Rikers Island
Stressed out, balled up in the cage
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 Versaces, snow-white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic
Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled
Elbows unique, now meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas
Zulu Nation in the '80s in front of Macy's I start my own chapters
Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose
Special effects, high-tech armors merc you at the shows
Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious
Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super
Cancรบn, catch me in the room, eating grouper (grouper)
Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew
Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew
Smoke a L or two
And flip like (huh!)
Killing for the whole clique is sick, like (huh!)
You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (huh!)
Baby, shake your shit, girl you're thick like (huh!)
Getting rich like (huh!) (Yeah)
There's no love to be found
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