Buck 50

[Intro: Method Man & Baby Huey] Supreme Clientele! There's no love to be found (Aah!) Fresh! Fresh! Fresh! Huh! [Verse 1: Method Man] Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids Freeze! Lookin' at your ice like "Jeez!" I'm plottin' on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is 'bout that ('Bout that) Psychotherapy — you buggin', where the couch at? Wu 'til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be (Uh) Ain't nothin' nice in New York Stick you for your cake and your ice And that tough talk don't mean nothin' when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom You know that sayin', "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em! And push your way in" We ain't acrobats, but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants saggin', pull your waist up Niggas rentin' slum jewels from Jacob, fool! You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin' attitude!" Frontin' on my Clan from the Staten, but we ain't mad at you [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo! Yo! Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face Ghostface jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost, you so crazy!" [Break: Baby Huey] There's no love to be found [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Cappa slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls, drip jewels, big heat Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island Playin' with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads runnin' The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is comin' [Verse 4: Redman] Yo, the words you talk (Talk) better be the words you walk (Walk) Body you in the bed where the nurses are (Nurses are) Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart 'Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off (Ha), thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off (Off) My gun aim and cough (Huh), y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in training bras (Haha) Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow, with extra stairs (Haha) I pass out a vest to wear (Bullets flyin') Yo, the hard wire, startin' bonfires (Startin' bonfires) Pull the mask so you know it's me And your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke with ya (Huh!), watch Ghost tie a rope to ya Def and Wu (Huh!) will open ya [Chorus: Method Man & Redman] Eat a dick like (Huh! Come on!) Baby, shake your shit, girl you're thick like (Huh!) Getting rich like (Huh!) Word (Come on!) [Break: Baby Huey] There's no love to be found [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Word, it's me y'all [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] We in two sixes flirtin' with bitches, dime plus Taking pictures, "How you doing, baby? My name Ghost" Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest nigga donnin' since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Rikers Island, stressed out, balled up in the cage Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled Elbows unique, now meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas Zulu Nation in the '80s in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose Special effects, high-tech armors merc you at the shows Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper (Grouper) [Pre-Chorus: Method Man] Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew Smoke a L or two [Chorus: Method Man & Redman] And flip like (Huh!) Killing for the whole clique is sick like (Huh!) You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (Huh!) Baby, shake your shit, girl, you're thick like (Huh!) Getting rich like (Huh!) (Yeah) [Outro: Baby Huey] There's no love to be found