Supreme Clientele lyrics

(feat. RZA)

[Ghostface]
Yeah.. whassup y'all, whassup?
This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
You know.. I don't really mean no harm..
but it just happens you know
when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..
that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
Check it out though.. aiyyo..

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic

(feat. T.M.F.)

[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]
Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"}
Yeah, to glorious days {"one"}
Yeah God, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all {"one"}
(Fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"}
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost

[Ghostface]
Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake

[Ghostface]
Yo..
Saturday night, Uptown
Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's poppin kid?

We in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's
Blowin my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots
Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures

(feat. Superb)

"In an enemy land..."
"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises,
we could cripple their national defence.
So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest
expert on electricity must devise the destruction
of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman."

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass

(feat. Raekwon the Chef)

[Ghostface]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh?
Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me

Yo, check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon

(feat. RZA)

[Man]
Do you wanna see it?
Do you wanna see it?
I'm gonna do it for ya
I'm gonna do it for ya
I'm gonna do it for ya
I'm gonna do it for ya
New Ghostface!

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo deep in the trenches
Wig, young black green beret
Chrome laser guns blazing at spades
Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid
10 niggas call it Tai-Chi
Black blades, one hundred dollar seats

(feat. Cappadonna, Method Man, Redman)

[Method]
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live
Who I'm is?
We ain't got shit, somethin got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die 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 cheese

[INTRO:]
-My God, so they are killers.
I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep
on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood.
-Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten,
it's all the same (yes). After all, (indecipherable)

[VERSE 1:]
Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty

(feat. 60 Second Assassin)

[Ghostface Killah]
Oh yeah, motherfucker
It's real
Y'all niggas hold your guns
Throw your guns down, put 'em down
Yo, we in the fields with heat
You fake niggas eat kid meals to meat
We street referees, we rock
jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks
Certified doctors in hoods'll steal all your techs

(feat. Chip Banks, Hell Razah, Superb)

"Tony Starks fights again for survival,
and by just a thin thread of electric current
wins another victory."
[Superb (Ghostface)]
Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all
(Bounce wit us) Hip-hop
(What? Celebrities, what?)
(Street corner) For all my niggas
Crack spot niggas
[Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"]
Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches

(feat. RZA, Solomon's Child)

[Solomon's Child (formerly known as Killa Bamz)]
Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life
Thug for life, forever eyein the kid
'89 stick-up kid, King of New York
Regulation party, daddy hard body
Rowdy Brighton God-body
Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop
Top of the world, get it rizzight
Big to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice

[Ghostface]
Ayo
I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint
Hoodied up blood in my eye ,
a lead to fly
Like fuck it [2 gunshots] , look how these niggas duck shit
One kid hollerin what lookin up , he the big wig
Fake ass cat , low life , sodomize mind
Beatin niggas , big bricks of bread sellin mad dimes
His feet hurt , networkin he get no work

[Ghostface Killah]
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like a Coke bottles scoring
Pretty young thing loved the swings
And times she got my ding-a-ling hard
When she said push hard, she kept vaseline
Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back

(feat. Madam Majestic, U-God)

[Madam Majestic]
Tommy Mattola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her,
maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love

[Ghostface Killah, (U-God)]
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?

(feat. Cappadonna, GZA, Masta Killa, Raekwon)

[GZA]
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic

(feat. The Dramatics)

[Ghostface Killah]
I think it happened on a Saturday
I heard the phone ring, ding, ding
Who this? 'Vine yo..
Wise guy killed last night by the Tracks,
It was the same who our niggas teeth up
Sent 'em back, we shoulda thrilled a long time ago
We went this recording, now we owe
The devil slit trough, without an intro
Yo 'Vine, it can't be!
Wise guest-starring me