Stroke of Death

Yeah, Solomon 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

Dick to your wzizife

Murder cats for the right prizzice

Four hundrer and fifty six on the dizzice

This is real lizzife

Ain't nothin sweet, God

Sit down and think it through, God

God

'Cause it's comin' all out of your face and get ya clap, God

(You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele)

Step into the party, it's me

God almighty

Ghost still holdin' that shotty

Dust and Alizé, 3/4 Timb's

Terry cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope

Dookied on the globe

Thank God for my Wallabee shoes

They done saved me

Up three nothing and Salt Lake City

Burgundy minks

Whips with sinks in 'em

Broccoli blown, iller disease breathe

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, slaf-hash Indian

Milk on my mustache

Drop to my chinny-chin

Dive into dangerous parts

Building with thirsty mammals

White man scream

"Swim Starks sharks"

Smack the jail bail bondsman

Strength of eighteen Bronzemen

Tall like Karl Malone "Mailman", frame of Larry Johnson

Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's

Old Suzanna ho, pussy sweet, banana flow

David Banner gamma ray shots

Beast will marinate

Bones splitting fatal Wu sword style, amputate

Duck Savanna wait

We splashed the glass, ice rock

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