Stroke of Death

[Solomon Child (formerly known as Killa Bamz)] 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 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 Dust and 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, slaf-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 jail bail bondsman strength of eighteen bronz men 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 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