Текст песни Ghostface Killah f 60 Second Assassin - Supreme Clientele
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[Ghostface Killah]Oh yeah, motherfuckerIt`s realY`all niggas hold your gunsThrow your guns down, put `em downYo, we in the fields with heatYou fake niggas eat kid meals to meatWe street referees, we rockjean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecksCertified doctors in hoods`ll steal all your techsBut wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like beach nutCall off the mutts, it`s me againGhost, your host this evenin(Ladies and gents I`d like to thank you all for comin out tonite)Tucks tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let`s mingleFetch me a Remy Martin on DiamondsFlair-laided Gucci joints, I never woreI might give `em to my brother-in-lawFitzpatrick, ribs battered, worth more than Egyptian marrowsBorrow the God jewels, Gucci gogglesThat`s how the God do, Motown twenty-fiveMy office like Smokey`s voice, little moist, but choiceWe guzzle Dom`s, smoke the scratchy throatsLive on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coatsJungle in the club, we play ColomboFrost eat a snowman, frozen as the milky wayIce on the floor, El-Producto in the sleevein the seam of his mink, he said "Don`t drink"Think before he talked, he walked like he orderedChamp room down in Vegas, vendin machinesI sip Alize` compliments of E&JChorus: 60 Second Assassin *singing* (Ghostface) x2The streets is rough out hereCrack game came and had us yearsWhat is a man to do? (Brother)(Stay true, stay true)