[Method Supreme
Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas live Who on this? We ain't got shit, Gotz ta Give Y'll done flipped y'all wig, out the kid Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice PLEASE Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the I heard y'all is 'bout that, psycho therapy Fuckin, where the cow Blue till they bury me tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be Ain't nuttin in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin All that tough talk don't mean when ya up north So keep hands where I can see them like ya want freedom You that sayin, if ya can't join 'em 'em and push ya way in We ain't acrobats but we on occasion Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your up Niggas writin slum with Jacob, FOOL like DUDE, I don't like your fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we mad at you
Killah] Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly Ghostface, jump out the for a little taste Droopy luck, my main bitches call me birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"
Cappa slide thru the Ghost Post up like on walls jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-goose It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you in Staten Island Playin with the big toys that noise Echo in the hall, a voice Niggas start to act choice, but 'hinds Didn't know Betty Crocker had two nines Made the club moist, the windows heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus
Yo, the words you better be the words you walk Body you in the van the nurse is off Put vein out, watch me insert the dart Till it bleeds from to the Persian Gulf curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off That explains why my off My gun aim and cough, ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like them training Wet behind the ear, not prepared for the project flow, with stares I pass out a to wear (bullets'll fly) Yo, a hard wire, startin mask, so you know it's me Your got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke wit'cha, watch tie rope to ya Def and Wu will ya
Man] Your lice Baby shake shit 'fore your shit lice Get like...
[Ghostface Word, me y'all
We in two sixes, flirtin with Dime plush, takin "How you baby, my name's Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains or the way I speak" Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it Grease Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Island Stretched out, up in the cage Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come Biggie's Versacis, Snow rabbit Hands is like photographic love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled unique now, meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Tony Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of I start my own Chapters Tyco, Nike glow, velvet effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows Ghost'll hollar Cancoon, catch me in the room group up
Man] Shoe fly shoe, dark Clark crew Fuck y'all do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two And like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick like the way yo' stank eat a dick like baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' like rich like..