[Method Supreme
Who on this? The Fenon, them can't live Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin ta Give Y'll done flipped y'all wig, out the kid Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice PLEASE Plottin on the trap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all is 'bout that, psycho therapy Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they me Never tell a lie, like George with the tree Now it's pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya and ya icin All that tough talk mean nuttin when ya up north So keep them hands I can see them like ya want freedom You know that sayin, if ya can't 'em 'em and push ya way in We ain't but we flip on occasion Pick the up, past snaggin, throw your waist up Niggas slum juice with Jacob, FOOL You're like DUDE, I don't like your fuckin Frontin on my Clan Shao', we ain't mad at you
[Ghostface Yo, Starks cheesy face, meesly pace Ghostface, jump out the for a little taste Droopy luck, my bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost, so crazy"
Cappa slide with the Ghost Post up paint on walls Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle the bubble-goose It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you in Staten Island Playin with the big that make noise Echo in the hall, a voice Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the moist, shattered the windows Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black
Yo, the you talk better be the words you walk Body you in the van while the is off Put your vein out, watch me insert the Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Gulf curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off That explains why my off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to Y'all more like them training Wet the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow, with extra I pass out a vest to (bullets'll fly) Yo, a hard wire, bonfires Pullin mask, so you know me weave got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke wit'cha, Ghost tie rope to ya Def and Wu will ya
Man] Your shit Baby shake your 'fore your shit lice Get like...
[Ghostface Word, me y'all
We in two sixes, flirtin bitches Dime plush, takin "How you doin baby, my Ghost Don't get caught up in my or the way that I speak" Seek intelligence, slickest nigga it since Grease Check out the greys on the of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island Stretched out, up in the cage a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space Jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come Versacis, Snow White rabbit Hands is like magic love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all unique now, meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Atlas Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters Tyco, Nike glow, pose effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows Ghost'll hollar Cancoon, catch me in the eatin group up
Man] Shoe fly shoe, Wally Clark crew Fuck y'all wan' do? a brew, smoke an L or two And flip like, yellin for the whole click, sick like the way yo' stank bitch eat a like shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick like gettin like..