Stroke Of Death Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

Stroke Of Death Lyrics

    ft. RZA, Solomon's Child

    [Solomon's Child (formerly known as Killa Bamz)]
    Yeah, Soloman 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
    Big 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
    Cuz comin all outta ya face'll get ya clap God

    You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Step in to the party, it's me
    God Almighty, Ghost still holdin that shotty
    Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs
    Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope
    Duke it 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 breath, 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, slap-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 girl, bailbonds man stripped of eighteen bronz man
    Tall like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Larry Johnson
    Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's
    Old Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, banana flow
    David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate
    Bones splitted fatal Wu swords, sour amputate
    Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks
    Our cash high right 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