Beat The Clock

(álbum: The Pretty Toney Album - 2004)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" talking 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 talking, I feed dolphins
My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office
My skills is a fortune, robbing 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 clowing foes
Got them clothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat Albert, spot running '86 crack viles and pictures
Looking all suspicous, I'm out..

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, hold up! What the fuck you stop for?
(I got something in my--) Nah, you can't be stopping, g
What the fuck you ain't got aiyo, you bugging and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up
Time is running 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, six/three 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 name five times it's take's practice, yo
Decap' him with saying my name, it's like matches, yo
It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit
You cheating and shit, I ain't come here for all that
(I'm tired, though lord, what the fuck)
What you mean you tired and shit, g?
You suppose to be that nigga, nigga then show me
If you that nigga! Then show me, nigga!

[Ghostface Killah]
I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails
Hopping over chairs like O.J., my rushing yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay
Get off my D-I, then go C the K's (case)
'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may day
Calling all cars, calling all cars
We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God
We left the jewelry store, feeling like we left the morgue
We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan
That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean
Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing
Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating
I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coasting
With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smoking

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
This muthafucka made the clock!
Mutha where the fuck?
Yo, you be cheating, mutha-, you be cheating
That's that Staten Island, bullshit
Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost
But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka!