Bitch laughin', first thought was beat the bitch up Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries Same ghostface
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
fool You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude Frontin' on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" Yo, yo, starks flippin' cheesyface measly paced ofays Ghostface
we go to bustin' at y'all niggas daily Wall-to-wall, Hawkins suckin' your teeth 'cuz God chain-talkin' Like ghostface this, ghostface that Ghost sold
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
[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,
Girl, (New Ghost Face) Yeah to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here
Yo, Saturday night, uptown Ridin' past Kansas fried chicken What's poppin' kid? we in the mix It's chilly forty below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J'
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
Ayo I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin
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)]
too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
the weapon on 'em The best, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul When we dealin' with Supreme Clientele From Riker
down and think it through God, God 'Cuz comin' all outta ya face'll get ya clap, God You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele Step in
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
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
Tony Stark, makes you feel He's the cool exec With a heart of steel As Iron Man all jets a-blaze He's fighting and smiting with repulsor rays Amazing
Vertaling: Ghostface Killah. Hoogste Clientele (Inleiding).
