Текст песни Ghostface Killah f Cappadonna, Method Ma - Supreme Clientele
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[Method]Who I`m is? The phenom, them niggaz can`t liveWho I`m is? We ain`t got shit, somethin got to giveY`all done flipped y`all wig, blacked out the cribDie and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze*sniff* Lookin at your ice like GEEZ!I`m plottin on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheeseI heard y`all kids is bout that, psychotherapyYou buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury meNever tell a lie, like George with the cherry treeNow it`s cherry pie - if it`s not broke, let it beAin`t nuttin nice in - New YorkStick you for your cake and your icingThat tough talk? Don`t mean nuttin when you`re up NorthSo keep them hands where I can see em like you want freedomYou know that saying - if you can`t join `em, beat `emand push your way inWe ain`t acrobats but we flip on occasionPick the pace up, pants saggin pull your waist upNiggaz rentin slums usually Jacob, FOOL!You`re like, "Dude! I don`t like your fuckin attitudeFrontin on my Clan from the Stat` when we ain`t mad at you"[Ghostface]Yo, yoStarks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofaysGhostface, jump out the window for a little tasteThe joopy look, my main bitches call me lazyEducated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There`s no love to be found"[Cappadonna]Cappa` slide through with the GhostPost up like paint on wallsDrip jewels, big heatruffle inside the bubblegooseIt`s the Odd CoupleHollow points follow you home, Staten Islandplayin with the big toys that make noiseEcho in the hall, a scared voiceNiggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hinesdidn`t know Betty Crocker had them two ninesMade the club moist, shattered the windowsDustheads runnin (yo)The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is comin[Redman]YoThe words you talk, that`ll be the words you walkBody you in the bed where the nurses arePut your vein out, watch me insert the darttil it plagues from Bricks to the Persian GulfLight circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is offThat explains why my language offMy gun aim and cough, y`all ain`t trained to brawlY`all more like in trainin brasWet behind the ear, you`re not preparedfor the project flow, with extra stairsI pass out a vest to wear (bullets, FLYIN)Yo, the hard wire, startin barn firesPullin mad, so you know it`s meand your weed got more seeds than ODBCan`t smoke witcha, watch Ghost tie rope to yaDef and Wu will open ya[Method].. eat a dick like (HUH)Baby shake your shit, girl you`re thick like (HUH)Gettin rich like .. .. "There`s no love to be found"[Ghostface]Word.. it`s me y`all..We in two-six`s flirtin with bitchesDime plus takin pictures, how you doin baby? My name GhostDon`t get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speakSeek intelligence, slickest nigga goin since "Grease"Check out the grays on the side of my wavesI grew those on Riker`s IslandStretched out, balled up in the cavesPull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jamSilky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde DrexlerAll up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they comeBiggie`s Versace`s, snow white rabbitHands is like photographic magic, funeral loveMovin when we hug, don`t make it a habitHit the gym for two weeks, come back all chiseledElbows unique now, meet the new meGhettofabulous, Ton` AtlasZulu Nation in the 80`s in front of Macy`sI start my own chaptersTyco nightglow velvet pose, special effectsHigh-tech armors merc you at the showsSupercalifragalisticexpialidocious