Minnesota - Beat the Clock lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, Ghost, what's up n***a? This "Supreme" talkin' to you and sh** You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock Suprise: time started already, muthaf**a Say that sh**, n***a [Ghostface k**ah] I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby Lovely lady, f** the spades, drive the kid crazy Before I go to bed, now I lay me People be talkin', I feed dolphins My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office My sk**s is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction Teach then fall off the greatest, f** what they say Cuz we against the abortions, and we Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes Got them clothes for his new funeral We them Fat Albert, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures Lookin' all suspicous, I'm out.. [Interlude: Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, hold up! What the f** you stop for? (I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g What the f** you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and sh** Son, you gotta hurry the f** up Time is runnin' n***a, come! What the f**?? [Ghostface k**ah] I work magic out of liquor store Give me a dollar and I turn that b**h into five And all 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, line 'em up Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them n***as up They be up in the club, six/three tree'd up With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up This is how I'mma k** 'em with four lines left Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo It's time to f** up on account in a house, or blow [Interlude: Ghostface k**ah] Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, f** that four-line sh** You cheatin' and sh**, I ain't come here for all that (I'm tired, though lord, what the f**) What you mean you tired and sh**, g? You suppose to be that n***a, n***a then show me If you that n***a! Then show me, n***a! [Ghostface k**ah] I hold a mic like I'm Gail Sails Hoppin' over chairs like 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., please play "Fish" Or that Cherchez LaMe, ten four, may day-may day Callin' all cars, callin' all cars We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God We left the j**elry store, feelin' like we left the morgue We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin' With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin' [Outro: Ghostface k**ah] This muthaf**a made the clock! Mutha-- where the f**? Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin' That's that Staten Island, bullsh** Theodore... you know you might be a Ghost But you ain't Houdini, muthaf**a!