We Made It Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

"Tony Starks fights again for survival, 

and by just a thin thread of electric current 

wins another victory." 

[Superb (Ghostface)] 

Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all 

(Bounce wit us) Hip-hop 

(What? Celebrities, what?) 

(Street corner) For all my niggas 

Crack spot niggas 

*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"* 

Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches 

Yo, you know what y'all... 

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Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne 

Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me 

Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me 

Leave him there, never know, get him off me 

I remember days when we just fucked bitches 

Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave. 

Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes 

and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash 

I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all 

Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all 

But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out 

You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out 

I remember on the Island, can't tone out 

The mess hall crawler, about to zone out 

Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out 

We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out 

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[Chip Banks] 

See. see. see me 

I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and 

make the post and from pagin, sin astasian 

When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man 

We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling' 

Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes 

Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those 

Jury stay froze, court cases get closed 

Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them 

Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em 

The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em" 

The best, what y'all expect? He a vet 

Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul 

when we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele' 

[Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2] 

>From Riker's Island to the Camay Island 

We thugs like, life is the same challenge 

Do the knowledge, recognize your talent 

And if you live the streets, you better stay silent 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies 

Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars 

Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry 

Fainted when the book mentioned me 

Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences 

Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin 

Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century 

Best sellers, but niggas stay together 

Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz 

Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens 

You program, broke bottles of Dom 

Seven inch bangles, back breakers 

I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength 

Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes 

Dennis Coles in the latest fashions 

Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles 

Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble 

[Hell Razah] 

Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole 

Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero 

Shatter your soul like glass windows 

Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe 

Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models 

We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles 

Livin life without you, can't count you as great men 

Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in 

The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in 

You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan 

Durags and our pants hangin 

*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again* 

[Ghostface] 

Uh-huh, uh-huh 

That's right y'all 

Street corners 

Jail niggas 

Riker's Island 

Ge-Grey Haven 

Big Un 

That's right y'all 

Word up 

All y'all, all y'all crumbs 

We made it, nigga 

Step the fuck off 

True indeed, true indeed 

Yeah, Ready Red 

That's right, my nigga Born 

That's right yo 

Lil' Free in the feds 

That's right, you'll be home nigga 

Yeah, we made it 

Yeah, C Allah, word up 

That's fam 

Yeah, check it out 

Staten Island 

True indeed 

Five boroughs 

Check it, uh-huh