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GHOSTFACE KILLAH
Supreme Clientele 2000
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[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]
Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {one}
Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one}
Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets {one}
Dru hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one}
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
When the narc's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one}
You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one}
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
Branches in my weed be the vein {one}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude {one}
Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {one}
Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one}
[t.m.f. - both]
To my real bitches take your draws off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one}
[ghostface]
Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and grow up {one}
Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one}
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one}
Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one}
Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one}
Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack at this {one}
Dickin down oprah, jump rope, david think he's rasta
Black man, dc hit to mocha {one}
Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Pastor troy layin for travolta {one}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one}
Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and grow up {one}
[outro: ghostface, (trey-mack), <big trife>]
Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the motherfuckin joint
We all connect as {one}
(aw shit, baby) straight up and down y'all
(staple-town, y'all) yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {one}
(ah-hah, knowi'msayin? trey-mack, what? ) <shaolin, staple-town, b>
How many nuts you might bust? {one}
Haha, straight up and down
<staple drop a nigga, yo> {one}
(how many shots? ) {one}
<gunnin for the dome and it only takes...> {one}
(that's it) word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? {one}
(yo, yo, yo) <how many l's we smoke? > {one}
(aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga? > {one}
<at a time, you know how we do, at a time...> {one}
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