
Buck 50 Ghostface Killah (Ft. Cappadonna & Method Man & Redman)
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[Intro: Method Man]
Supreme Clientele!
(there's no love to be found) (Aah!)
Fresh!
Fresh!
Fresh!
Huh!
[Verse 1: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]
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)
Supreme Clientele!
(there's no love to be found) (Aah!)
Fresh!
Fresh!
Fresh!
Huh!
[Verse 1: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]
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)
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