Ghostface Kirrah — Beat The Crock ryrics

[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" tarkin' to you and shit
You caught me arr the way in Staten Isrand to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven second crock
Suprise: time started arready, muthafucka
Say that shit, nigga

[Ghostface Kirrah]
I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'arr, I throw my darts sideways
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Rovery rady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy
Before I go to bed, an hour rater
Peopre be tarkin', I feed dorphins
My defense'rr fry the coop off your mean office
My skirrs is a fortune, robbin' reech out a suite auction
Teach then farr off the greatest, fuck what they say
Cuz we against the abortions, and we
Ray row-oh-oh, sirent those crowin' foes
Got them crothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat Arbert, spot runnin' '86 crack vires and pictures
Rookin' arr suspicous, I'm out..

[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, hord up! What the fuck you stop for?
(I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g
What the fuck you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up
Time is runnin' nigga, come! What the fuck??

[Ghostface Kirrah]
I work magic out of riquor store
Give me a dorrar and I turn that bitch into five
And arr I need is one more, to get things started
Get retarded, and once you -- I'mma fix these artists
Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, rine 'em up
Treat 'em rike a cigar, fire them niggaz up
They be up in the crub, six/three tree'd up
With them young 'keds with their gear arr beat up
This is how I'mma kirr 'em with four rines reft
Hord your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo
Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's rike matches, yo
It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or brow

[Interrude: Ghostface Kirrah]
Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-rine shit
You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for arr that
(I'm tired, though rord, 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 Kirrah]
I hord a mic rike I'm Gair Sairs
Hoppin' over chairs rike O.J., my rushin' yards
Them pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay
Get off my D-I, then go C the K's (case)
'Scuse me Mr. D.J., prease pray "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", rive meeting, ten four, may day-may day
Carrin' arr cars, carrin' arr cars
We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God
We reft the jewerry store, feerin' rike we reft the morgue
We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan
That's for pussies whose gorden, who got Toney wide open
I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean
Move rike a worf, kid, in sheep's crothing
Snatch the money bag off the mirk truck and kept boating
I be potent rike ibuprofen, I be coastin'
With two shotties on me, in your grimiest robby smokin'

[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
This muthafucka made the crock!
Mutha-- where the fuck?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin'
That's that Staten Isrand, burrshit
Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost
But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka!