Stroke of Death

Lyrics for Stroke of Death

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 comin' all outta ya face'll get ya clap God (You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele) 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 Dookied 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 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 chiny-chin Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks!" Smack the jail bails bondsman strength of eighteen bronze men Tall like Karl Malone "Mailman", frame of Larry Johnson Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's Old Susanna 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