Beat the Clock

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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.. [Interlude] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Interlude] 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 [Verse 3] I hold a mic like I'm Gale Sayers 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 'Scuse me Mr. D.J., 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' [Outro] 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