Buck 50 Lyrics - Method Man

[Method Man] 

Supreme Clientele 

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas can't live 

Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give 

Y'll done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kid 

Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass kids 

Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like PLEASE 

Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese 

I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy 

F**kin, where the cow chat? Blue till they bury me 

Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree 

Now it's cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be 

Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin 

All that tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up north 

So keep them hands where I can see them like ya want freedom 

You know that sayin, if ya can't join 'em 

Beat 'em and push ya way in 

We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion 

Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up 

Niggas writin slum juice with Jacob, FOOL 

You're like DUDE, I don't like your f**kin attitude 

Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we ain't mad at you 

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[Ghostface Killah] 

Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly pace 

Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste 

Droopy luck, my main bitches call me lazy 

Educated birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy" 

[Cappadonna] 

Cappa slide thru with the Ghost 

Post up like paint on walls 

Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-goose 

It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten Island 

Playin with the big toys that make noise 

Echo in the hall, a scared voice 

Niggas start to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds 

Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines 

Made the club moist, shattered the windows 

Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus 

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[Redman] 

Yo, the words you talk better be the words you walk 

Body you in the van while the nurse is off 

Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart 

Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian Gulf 

Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off 

That explains why my language off 

My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl 

Y'all more like them training bras 

Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared 

for the project flow, with extra stares 

I pass out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly) 

Yo, a hard wire, startin bonfires 

Pullin mask, so you know it's me 

Your weave got more seeds than ODB 

Can't smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya 

Def and Wu will open ya 

[Method Man] 

Your shit lice 

Baby shake your shit 'fore your shit lice 

Get rich like... 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Word, it's me y'all 

We in two sixes, flirtin with bitches 

Dime plush, takin pictures 

"How you doin baby, my name's Ghost 

Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak" 

Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it since Grease 

Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island 

Stretched out, malled up in the cage 

Pull a? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space Jam 

Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler 

All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come 

Biggie's Versacis, Snow White rabbit 

Hands is like photographic magic 

Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habit 

Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all chisseled 

Elbows unique now, meet the new me 

Ghetto fabulous, Tony Atlas 

Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters 

Tyco, Nike glow, velvet pose 

Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows 

Supercalifragilisticexbealidosious 

Ghost'll hollar exbefragilisticcalisuper 

Cancoon, catch me in the room eatin group up 

[Method Man] 

Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark Clark crew 

F**k y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two 

And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick like 

the way yo' stank bitch eat a dick like 

baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick like 

gettin rich like.