(feat. RZA, Solomon's Child)



[Solomon's Child (formerly known as Killa Bamz)]

Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life

Thug for life, forever eyein the kid

'89 stick-up kid, King of New York

Regulation party, daddy hard body

Rowdy Brighton God-body

Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop

Top of the world, get it rizzight

Big to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice

Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice

This is real lizzife, ain't nothin sweet God

Sit down and think it through God

Cuz comin all outta ya face'll get ya clap God



[Girl]

You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele



[Ghostface Killah]

Step in to the party, it's me

God Almighty, Ghost still holdin that shotty

Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs

Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope

Duke it on the globe, thank God for my Wallabee shoes

They done saved me, up three-nothin and Salt Lake City

Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in em

Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin

Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon

Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon

Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slap-hash Indian

Milk on my mustache, drop to my chiny-chin

Dive into dangerous parts, buildin with thirsty mammals

White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks!"



[RZA]

Smack the girl, bailbonds man stripped of eighteen bronz man

Tall like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Larry Johnson

Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's

Old Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, banana flow

David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate

Bones splitted fatal Wu swords, sour amputate

Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks

Our cash high right stock, our logo's on your rice box

Plus your dice box, on the side upon your white socks

Bobby got the mic cocked, BUCK BUCK, nice shot