Текст песни Ghostface Killah - Beat the Clock
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Aiyo, Ghost, what`s up nigga?This "Supreme" talkin` to you and shitYou caught me all the way in Staten Island to see youBeat the two minute and thirty seven second clockSuprise: time started already, muthafuckaSay that shit, nigga[Ghostface Killah]I`mma say it, don`t get mad, y`all, I throw my darts sidewaysShoot `em up, bang, bang, through me babyLovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazyBefore I go to bed, an hour laterPeople be talkin`, I feed dolphinsMy defense`ll fly the coop off your mean officeMy skills is a fortune, robbin` leech out a suite auctionTeach then fall off the greatest, fuck what they sayCuz we against the abortions, and weLay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin` foesGot them clothes for his new feud in the roadWe them Fat Albert, spot runnin` `86 crack viles and picturesLookin` all suspicous, I`m out..[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]Aiyo, hold up! What the fuck you stop for?(I got somethin` in my--) Nah, you can`t be stoppin`, gWhat the fuck you ain`t got -- aiyo, you buggin` and shitSon, you gotta hurry the fuck upTime is runnin` nigga, come! What the fuck??[Ghostface Killah]I work magic out of liquor storeGive me a dollar and I turn that bitch into fiveAnd all I need is one more, to get things startedGet retarded, and once you -- I`mma fix these artistsTake `em one by one, tie `em up, line `em upTreat `em like a cigar, fire them niggaz upThey be up in the club, six/three tree`d upWith them young `keds with their gear all beat upThis is how I`mma kill `em with four lines leftHold your breath, say my name five times it`s take`s practice, yoDecap` him with sayin` my name, it`s like matches, yoIt`s time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shitYou 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 meIf you that nigga! Then show me, nigga![Ghostface Killah]I hold a mic like I`m Gail SailsHoppin` over chairs like O.J., my rushin` yardsThem pen, how the meter sprayHappy wife-beater day, don`t touch my, cheeba hayGet 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 dayCallin` all cars, callin` all carsWe have an APB on Starks and Trife the GodWe left the jewelry store, feelin` like we left the morgueWe was frozen, and I brought an iced out TrojanThat`s for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide openI put my ring up to my man`s waves and seen an oceanMove like a wolf, kid, in sheep`s clothingSnatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boatingI 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, bullshitTheodore... you know you might be a GhostBut you ain`t Houdini, muthafucka!