Method Man - Buck 50 Lyrics
Method Man]Supreme ClienteleWho on this? The Fenon, them niggas can't liveWho on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta GiveY'll done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kidDie and live for my nigs and my bad ass kidsFreeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like PLEASEPlottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheeseI heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy*****in, where the cow chat? Blue till they bury meNever tell a lie, like George with the cherry treeNow it's cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it beAin't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icinAll that tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up northSo keep them hands where I can see them like ya want freedomYou know that sayin, if ya can't join 'emBeat 'em and push ya way inWe ain't acrobats but we flip on occasionPick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist upNiggas writin slum juice with Jacob, FOOLYou're like DUDE, I don't like your *****in attitudeFrontin on my Clan from Shao', we ain't mad at you[Ghostface Killah]Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly paceGhostface, jump out the window for a little tasteDroopy luck, my main *****es call me lazyEducated birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"[Cappadonna]Cappa slide thru with the GhostPost up like paint on wallsDrip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-gooseIt's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten IslandPlayin with the big toys that make noiseEcho in the hall, a scared voiceNiggas start to act choice, but Dunkin 'hindsDidn't know Betty Crocker had them two ninesMade the club moist, shattered the windowsDust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus[Redman]Yo, the words you talk better be the words you walkBody you in the van while the nurse is offPut your vein out, watch me insert the dartTill it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian GulfLight curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is offThat explains why my language offMy gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawlY'all more like them training brasWet behind the ear, you're not preparedfor the project flow, with extra staresI pass out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)Yo, a hard wire, startin bonfiresPullin mask, so you know it's meYour weave got more seeds than ODBCan't smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to yaDef and Wu will open ya[Method Man]Your shit liceBaby shake your shit 'fore your shit liceGet rich like...[Ghostface Killah]Word, it's me y'allWe in two sixes, flirtin with *****esDime plush, takin pictures"How you doin baby, my name's GhostDon't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak"Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it since GreaseCheck out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's IslandStretched out, malled up in the cagePull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space JamSilky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde DrexlerAll up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they comeBiggie's Versacis, Snow White rabbitHands is like photographic magicFuneral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habitHit the gym in two weeks, my back all chisseledElbows unique now, meet the new meGhetto fabulous, Tony AtlasZulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own ChaptersTyco, Nike glow, velvet poseSpecial effects, high-tech armors, murk you after showsSupercalifragilisticexbealidosiousGhost'll hollar exbefragilisticcalisuperCancoon, catch me in the room eatin group up[Method Man]Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark Clark crew***** y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or twoAnd flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick likethe way yo' stank ***** eat a dick likebaby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick likegettin rich like
