Rap Kingpin
Ghostface Killah
2:45Here we go We back at it again Supreme Clientele The stamp on the dope was Ronald Reagan with fronts My man ran over his legs, all we heard was the crunch Chase Bank, nobody move, just finish your lunch Damn, I got brain matter all over my Dunks Fake Democrats, boondaggers blowin' at Trump I put weight on so many bodies, you could call me a Klump I'm like Gorbachev, vanilla-cream wallies, I be showin' off Hand-scripted these velvet bars while I was dozin' off (dozin' off) Then the Feds came (Feds came) I threw my raps in the fireplace, then right out of the smoke rose a dead man (dead man) He had big chains, sick frame, six flames Even had a white girl with him, thought he was Rick James (Rick James) Yeah, there's rules to the street you don't know about (know about) You can't just take it back when your soul is out (soul is out) Hit you like Steven Seagal, it pull your shoulder out (shoulder out) Be careful 'round them babies when the stole is out Pyrex scalers, a cocaine whale I done sold cocaine sniff to the owner at Zell's Had the whole building lit, the department of sales One lady screamed, "F you, Starks, you're going to jail" I said, "Enough with the threats, you can't stop me, lady" I got glass choppers that rock, they can't box me, lady Skate off in the blue and green, lollipop Mercedes You can't even step in my projects, them niggas is crazy Tony Stark (another Iron Man, Tony Stark) Not another, you murderous madman (Supreme, Supreme Clientele) The real Iron Man (Tony Stark, Tony, Tony Stark) Su-Supreme, Supreme (uh), Supreme Clientele (uh, yeah, yo) Really in blocks, Swahilian mops Imported a caramel cream Brazilian fox I got Wall Street buggin' off of helium stocks I got the fountain of youth, a million a pop And shout out to Wheelchair Watt, they get busy Polo shirts, they carvin' your face, the Nike swish look pretty Prime example, just give me a reason to get gritty Your girl, she opened her mouth, I'm blowin' the milk at her titties, ha (ha)