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