Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Album: The Pretty Toney Album

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, 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 sayin' 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 cheatin' 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

 Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' 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

 Callin' all cars, callin' all cars

 We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God

 We left the jewelry store, feelin' 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 coastin'

 With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin'

 

 [Outro: Ghostface Killah]

 This muthafucka made the clock!

 Mutha-- where the fuck?

 Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin'

 That's that Staten Island, bullshit

 Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost

 But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka!