Break Beats

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