Yeah, we gon' take it to Staten Island right now
We gon' take it to Staten Island right now
Yeah, we're about to shoot this shit up (new Ghostface baby!)
Yeah, here we go, yo (c'mon!)
Dodgin' bullets while I'm guardin' the base like Steve Garvey
Alkaline chips in the bezel, a cold body
Calculated snipers, Eastwood vision, crispy assault rifles
Army of twelve, I call 'em my disciples, bustin' off the Eiffel
I don't know what's wrong with these killers, they so spiteful
Navi wheels drippin' the terrain in the Range
Click bang, yeah we flip lanes and we switch planes
Butane, spit blue flames, Bruce Wayne, Mulsanne
Camouflage down on some low frames, Hussein (Hussein)
My new chick, a cute bitch
Got the bitch bouncin' off the walls like acoustics
Opened up the safe in the floor, we used toothpicks
A bomb on the V. I. floor, my man boofed it
Shanks and hammers, a hitman with manners
Blood on his hands, still held the door for nana
A hole in his arm, he nodded the bandana
He lied, blew a bogey and smiled right in the camera (uh)
Oh, man, let's go, "Supreme Clientele, Part Two"
"Supreme Clientele, Part Two", new Ghostface! (Yeah, yo, yeah)
Ayo fish scale red snapper, scales in the Cullinan
I can get right with God and go back to hell again
Play Operation with your bones like a skeleton
Bust 50 thumbs and slide back in my cell again
Yeah, I'm in the air like a fly, c'mon
Rub two rocks together, give birth to one stone
Blind you up like a chakra nigga, silk doctor
Fermented like Asian teas and French vodkas
Scrolls, calligraphy, scripted, written in gold
Bitin' is forbidden, hittin' sittin' in glass bowls
We wore graffiti jackets, I miss Mr. Magic
Imagine hearin', "Fuck you nigga," before Tappan
I get my jewels from Jason, you get it from Jared
Every kiss begins with K and then I blast it
Headlines, "Paisley Starks has been captured"
Woke him up, dead in his drawers with one ratchet
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