Letra de Buck 50 - Ghostface Killah

(Feat. Method Man, Redman, Cappadonna)

Supreme Clientele!

There's no love to be found (Aah!)

Fresh!

Fresh!

Fresh!

Huh!

Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas 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, sss

Looking at your ice like "Jeez!"

I'm plottin' on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese

I heard y'all kids is 'bout that ('Bout that), psychotherapy

You bugging, where the couch at, Wu 'til they bury me

Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree

Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke let it be (Uh)

Ain't nothing nice in New York

Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk

Don't mean nothin' when you're up North

So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom

You know that saying: "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em

And push your way in"

We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion

Pick the pace up, pants saggin', pull your waist up

Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool!

You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude"

Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you (Yo, yo)

Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face

Ghostface, Jump out the window for a little taste

The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy

Educated birds say, "Ghost, you so crazy!"

There's no love to be found

Cappa slide through with the Ghost

Post up like paint on walls, drip jewels, big heat

Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple

Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island

Playing with the big toys that make noise

Echo in the hall, a scared voice

Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines

Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines

Made the club moist, shattered the windows

Dustheads running (Yo)

The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is coming (Yo)

The words you talk (Talk) better be the words you walk (Walk)

Body you in the bed where the nurses are (Nurses are)

Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart

'Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf

Light circuits off (Ha), thirty-third of my brain is off

That explains why my language off (Off)

My gun aim and cough (Huh), y'all ain't trained to brawl

Y'all more like in training bras (Haha)

Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared

For the project flow, with extra stairs (Haha)

I pass out a vest to wear (Bullets flyin')

Yo, the hard wire, startin' bonfires (Startin' bonfires)

Pull the mask so you know it's me

And your weed got more seeds than ODB

Can't smoke with ya (Huh!), watch Ghost tie a rope to ya

Def and Wu will open ya, ya (Huh!)

Eat a dick like (Huh! Come on!)

Baby, shake your shit, girl you're thick like (Huh!)

Getting rich like (Huh!)

Word (Come on!)

There's no love to be found

Word, it's me y'all

We in two sixes flirtin' with bitches, dime plus

Taking pictures, "How you doing baby? My name Ghost"

Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak

Seek intelligence, slickest nigga donnin' since "Grease"

Check out the grays on the side of my waves

I grew those on Rikers Island

Stressed out, balled up in the cage

Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam

Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler

All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come

Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit

Hands is like photographic magic

Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit

Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled

Elbows unique, now meet the new me

Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas

Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters

Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose

Special effects, high-tech armors merc you at the shows

Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious

Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super

Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper (Grouper)

Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew

Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew

Smoke a L or two

And flip like (Huh!)

Killing for the whole clique is sick like (Huh!)

You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (Huh!)

Baby, shake your shit, girl you're thick like (Huh!)

Getting rich like (Huh!) (Yeah)

There's no love to be found

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