Ghostface Killah - Beat the Clock lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Beat the Clock lyrics]
Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This Supreme talkin' to you and shit
You brought 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
I'ma 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, now I lay me
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
Teachin' foreign fifth graders
Fuck what they say
'Cause we against the abortions, and we
Lay low oh oh, silent those clowin' foes
Got them clothes for his new funeral
We them Fat Albert niggas
Spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures
Lookin' all suspicious, I'm out
Ayo, 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 ayo
You buggin' and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up
Time is runnin' nigga, come on, what the fuck
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
A one-two I'ma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggas 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'ma 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
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 supposed to be that nigga
Nigga then show me
If you that nigga, then show me, nigga
I hold a mic like I'm Gale Sayers
Hoppin' over chairs like OJ, 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
'Scuse me Mr dJ, please, play "Fish"
Or that Cherchez LaMe, ten four
May day may day
Callin' all bars, callin' all bars
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'
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
This Supreme talkin' to you and shit
You brought 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
I'ma 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, now I lay me
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
Teachin' foreign fifth graders
Fuck what they say
'Cause we against the abortions, and we
Lay low oh oh, silent those clowin' foes
Got them clothes for his new funeral
We them Fat Albert niggas
Spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures
Lookin' all suspicious, I'm out
Ayo, 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 ayo
You buggin' and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up
Time is runnin' nigga, come on, what the fuck
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
A one-two I'ma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggas 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'ma 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
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 supposed to be that nigga
Nigga then show me
If you that nigga, then show me, nigga
I hold a mic like I'm Gale Sayers
Hoppin' over chairs like OJ, 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
'Scuse me Mr dJ, please, play "Fish"
Or that Cherchez LaMe, ten four
May day may day
Callin' all bars, callin' all bars
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'
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