Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface - Beat The Clock

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Ghost, whats up nigga?
This "Supreme" talkin to you and shit
You caught 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

[Ghostface Killah]
Imma say it, dont get mad, yall, 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, an hour later
People be talkin, I feed dolphins
My defensell fly the coop off your mean office
My skills is a fortune, robbin leech out a suite auction
Teach then fall off the greatest, fuck what they say
Cuz we against the abortions, and we
Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin foes
Got them clothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat Albert, spot runnin 86 crack viles and pictures
Lookin all suspicous, Im out..

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, hold up! What the fuck you stop for?
(I got somethin in my--) Nah, you cant be stoppin, g
What the fuck you aint got -- aiyo, you buggin and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up
Time is runnin nigga, come! What the fuck??

[Ghostface Killah]
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, and once you -- Imma fix these artists
Take em one by one, tie em up, line em up
Treat em like a cigar, fire them niggaz up
They be up in the club, six/three treed up
With them young keds with their gear all beat up
This is how Imma kill em with four lines left
Hold your breath, say my name five times its takes practice, yo
Decap him with sayin my name, its like matches, yo
Its time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit
You cheatin and shit, I aint come here for all that
(Im tired, though lord, what the fuck)
What you mean you tired and shit, g?
You suppose to be that nigga, nigga then show me
If you that nigga! Then show me, nigga!

[Ghostface Killah]
I hold a mic like Im Gail Sails
Hoppin over chairs like O.J., my rushin yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, dont touch my, cheeba hay
Get off my D-I, then go C the Ks (case)
Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day-may day
Callin all cars, callin all cars
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
Thats for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my mans waves and seen an ocean
Move like a wolf, kid, in sheeps 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: Ghostface Killah]
This muthafucka made the clock!
Mutha-- where the fuck?
Yo, you be cheatin, mutha-, you be cheatin
Thats that Staten Island, bullshit
Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost
But you aint Houdini, muthafucka!
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Be This Way
Beat The Clock
Biscuits (Feat. Trife)
Ghostface
Holla
Kunta Fly Shit
Run (Feat. Jadakiss)
Save Me Dear
Tooken Back (Feat. Jackie-O)
Tush (Feat. Missy Elliott)