Stroke of Death

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Solomon Child] 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, God 'Cause coming all outta ya face'll get ya clapped, God [Interlude] You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Step in to the party, it's me God Almighty, Ghost still holdin' that shotty Dust and Alizé, three-quarter Timbs Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope Dookied on the globe Thank God for my Wallabee shoe, it done saved me Up three-nothing and Salt Lake City Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in 'em Broccoli blown, illa 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, buildin' with thirsty mammals White man scream, "Swim, Starks' sharks" [Verse 3: RZA] Smack the jail bail bondsman, strength of 18 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 splittin' fatal Wu sword style, amputate Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks Our cash high price 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