[Intro: Ghostface k**ah]
Aiyo, Ghost, what's up n***a?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and sh**
You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock
Suprise: time started already, muthaf**a
Say that sh**, n***a
[Ghostface k**ah]
I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Lovely lady, f** the spades, drive the kid crazy
Before I go to bed, an hour later
People be talkin', I feed dolphins
My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office
My sk**s is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction
Teach then fall off the greatest, f** what they say
Cuz we against the abortions, and we
Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes
Got them clothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat Albert, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures
Lookin' all suspicous, I'm out..
[Interlude: Ghostface k**ah]
Aiyo, hold up! What the f** you stop for?
(I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g
What the f** you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and sh**
Son, you gotta hurry the f** up
Time is runnin' n***a, come! What the f**??
[Ghostface k**ah]
I work magic out of liquor store
Give me a dollar and I turn that b**h into five
And all I need is one more, to get things started
Get retarded, and once you -- I'mma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them n***az up
They be up in the club, six/three tree'd up
With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up
This is how I'mma k** 'em with four lines left
Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo
Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo
It's time to f** up on account in a house, or blow
[Interlude: Ghostface k**ah]
Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, f** that four-line sh**
You cheatin' and sh**, I ain't come here for all that
(I'm tired, though lord, what the f**)
What you mean you tired and sh**, g?
You suppose to be that n***a, n***a then show me
If you that n***a! Then show me, n***a!
[Ghostface k**ah]
I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails
Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay
Get off my D-I, then go C the K's (case)
'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may day
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God
We left the j**elry store, feelin' like we left the morgue
We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan
That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean
Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing
Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating
I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin'
With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin'
[Outro: Ghostface k**ah]
This muthaf**a made the clock!
Mutha-- where the f**?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin'
That's that Staten Island, bullsh**
Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost
But you ain't Houdini, muthaf**a!