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, God   'Cuz comin' all outta ya face'll get ya clap, God   You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele      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"      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