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Ghostface Killah - Beat the Clock lyrics
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga? This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit 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, muthafucka Say that shit, nigga [Ghostface Killah] 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, fuck 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 skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction Teach then fall off the greatest, fuck 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 Killah] Aiyo, hold up! What the fuck you stop for? (I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g What the fuck you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and shit Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up Time is runnin' nigga, come! What the fuck?? [Ghostface Killah] I work magic out of liquor store Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch 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 niggaz up They be up in the club, sixthree tree'd up With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up This is how I'mma kill 'em with four lines left Hold your breath, say my n |
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