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Artist/Band: Ghostface Killah
Lyrics for Song: Nutmeg
Lyrics for Album: Supreme Clientele [2000]



Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup?

This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island

You know I don't really mean no harm



But it just happens you know

When I step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga

That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em

Check it out though, aiyo



Scientific, my hand kissed it, robotic let's think optimistic

You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it

Scotty, watty, cop it to me, big microphone hippie

Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie



Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo

Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock, 'n' roll

Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole

Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel



But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide

Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms Sally shouted

Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded



You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf

At times, Cuban Link verse, yo

Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin'

Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin'



As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs

Give one to Rae', let's season they broth

Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder, Sheeba for hiva

Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder



Portfolio, lookin' fancy in the pantry

My man got bigger dimes, son, your shit is scampi

Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that

See Ghost lampin' in the throne with King Tut hat

Straight off



Yeah, yeah

I just wan't y'all niggaz

Smack all y'all niggaz, niggarettes

Universal death threats, yeah

This be the God Body, yeah, no doubt

Judge Wise



Aiyo, spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin' with 7 duelers

The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin' with 6 rugers

Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge

Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs



Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze

Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke

All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal

Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam



Dancin' with Blanch and them bitches, flickin' goose pictures

Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches

Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it

Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it



Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap

Ten years workin' for me, you wanna tap shit?

Bung, bung, bung, your bell went rung, rung, rung

Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come



Yeah, you see what I mean?

You see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies?

Get in line punk, you should be studyin' your odds

Instead of studyin' me



That's how you lost your first job, punk

Now, get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up

Shit, I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga

He was on the fourth, I was on the third



Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift

One whiff of Pow, you gets my divine stiff

Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my clock

I used to run up and pick a crab lock



Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip

Uptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ass

Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle

Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal



Nine inch long, strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs

Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King

Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting

Ring dings right through your head bing



Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks

Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks

Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette

While your man search the Internet for Bob Digitech



In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro

Multiply myself ten times standin' next to zero

And snap my fingers like the Fonz

And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde



Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair

Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair

Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake

Used to fuck her when she menstruate

But it made her hyperventilate



Brooklyn

I know, I know, I know, I know

Queens

I know, I know, I know, I know



Shaolin

I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know



Bronx

I know, I know, I know, I know

Jersey

I know, I know, I know



Long Island

I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, break it down


Album Lyrics: Supreme Clientele [2000]


Ghostface Killah
"Supreme Clientele [2000]"


1. Buck 50
2. Ghost Deini
3. In The Rain (Wise)
4. Nutmeg
5. Saturday Nite
6. Stay True
7. Stroke of Death
8. The Grain
9. We Made It
10. Wu Banga 101