Lyrics to Break Beats
Yeah, we're gonna take it to Staten Island right
Now (Uh-huh)
We're gonna take it to Staten Island right now
Yeah, we're about to shoot this shit up
New Ghostface baby, come on
Yeah, here we go
Yo, dodging bullets while I'm guarding a base like Steve Darby
Alkaline chips in the bezler, cold body
Calculating snipers, Eastwood vision, crispy assault rifles
Army of 12, I call them my disciples, busting off the Eiffel
I don't know what's wrong with these killers, they so spiteful
Navi rails dripping the terrain in the rains
Click bang, yeah, we flip lanes and we switch planes
Blue chains, big blue flames, Bruce Wayne, Toussaint
Camouflage down on some low frames, Hussein
My new chick, a Cupid's
Got the bitch bouncing off the walls like acoustics
Opened up the safe in the floor, we use toothpicks
A bomb on the VI floor, my man poofed it
Shanks and hammers, a hitman with manners
Blood on his hands, still held the door for Nana
A hole in his arm, he nodded the bandana
He live, blew a bogey and smiled right in the camera
Oh man, let's go, Supreme Clientele part two
Supreme Clientele part two
Yeah, yeah, new Ghostface, yo
Ayo, Fischale, red snapper, scales colored in
I can get right with God and go back to Hell again (Uh)
Play operation with your bones like a skeleton
Bust 50 thumbs then slide back in my cell again
Yeah, I'm in the air like a fly cologne
Rub two rocks together, give birth to one stone
Line you up like a chakra, nigga, a silk doctor
From measure like Asian tees and French boxers
Scrolls, calligraphy, scripted, written in gold
Brightness forbidden, hidden, sitting in glass bowls
We wore graffiti jackets, I miss Mr. Magic
Imagine him, fuck you, nigga, from fort Barrett
I get my jewels from Jason, you get it from Jarrett
Every kiss begins with K, and then I blast it
Headlines "Paisley Starks has been captured"
Woke him up dead in his drawers with one ratchet
Now (Uh-huh)
We're gonna take it to Staten Island right now
Yeah, we're about to shoot this shit up
New Ghostface baby, come on
Yeah, here we go
Yo, dodging bullets while I'm guarding a base like Steve Darby
Alkaline chips in the bezler, cold body
Calculating snipers, Eastwood vision, crispy assault rifles
Army of 12, I call them my disciples, busting off the Eiffel
I don't know what's wrong with these killers, they so spiteful
Navi rails dripping the terrain in the rains
Click bang, yeah, we flip lanes and we switch planes
Blue chains, big blue flames, Bruce Wayne, Toussaint
Camouflage down on some low frames, Hussein
My new chick, a Cupid's
Got the bitch bouncing off the walls like acoustics
Opened up the safe in the floor, we use toothpicks
A bomb on the VI floor, my man poofed it
Shanks and hammers, a hitman with manners
Blood on his hands, still held the door for Nana
A hole in his arm, he nodded the bandana
He live, blew a bogey and smiled right in the camera
Oh man, let's go, Supreme Clientele part two
Supreme Clientele part two
Yeah, yeah, new Ghostface, yo
Ayo, Fischale, red snapper, scales colored in
I can get right with God and go back to Hell again (Uh)
Play operation with your bones like a skeleton
Bust 50 thumbs then slide back in my cell again
Yeah, I'm in the air like a fly cologne
Rub two rocks together, give birth to one stone
Line you up like a chakra, nigga, a silk doctor
From measure like Asian tees and French boxers
Scrolls, calligraphy, scripted, written in gold
Brightness forbidden, hidden, sitting in glass bowls
We wore graffiti jackets, I miss Mr. Magic
Imagine him, fuck you, nigga, from fort Barrett
I get my jewels from Jason, you get it from Jarrett
Every kiss begins with K, and then I blast it
Headlines "Paisley Starks has been captured"
Woke him up dead in his drawers with one ratchet
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