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Ghostface Killah
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| Theodore
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[Intro: Twiz (Ghostface Killah)]
Generals on deck, whats up, son?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!)
Salut this (Library shit)
(Rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is)
They understand and support us
(I aint goin out) Theodore (Uh-huh!)
[Ghostface Killah]
Eh-yo!
Stark edition, rock Christians
The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission
Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City
The four-fifty went poppin when he tried to dip me
Balled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury duty
Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me, Beigen rush Cuffies
Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I share rubies
Due to the night up on my behalf
I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash
Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fast
Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass
Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass
Slammed body in the G-Y-M, G-Y-N
Love Doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends
So, yo...
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah %7B*sung*%7D]
Party people, youre the reason were here
Cuz we love the game and our music is projects
So, so, yo, hello! Makin sure yall still there
On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore Click
[Trife]
Yeah! Yeah... yo!
Im a little dude but I hold guns the size of Europe
Yall niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever yall put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, Im talkin money-wise, you funny guys
Im quick to yolk you up like eggs thats cooked sunny-side
Catch me at the honey hive, runnin the strip
Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin dope and power
Culture power, throwin nitros, lettin the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and theyre not made by Tyco
This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff
Bit ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what Im here for
From the block to the stage
I represent for those, locked in the cage
Til Im dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gauge
Move accordingly, even when Im actin disorderly
[Chorus - minus last 2 lines]
[Twiz]
Who you wit?
See? See? Yo!
Im a Don, dead form, look upon Ezekials
To the generals in my click, therell be no sequels
Them hot onesll crease, the vulturesll feast you
The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you
Just served fiends walkin up the block yawnin
Late night game, damn, forgot I got a warrant
Got in, laid down, then start snorin
P-O kickin ya door in, 4 in the mornin
You blockin my lane-lane like John Stockton
With the uttermost disrespect just like, Bernard Hopkins
Simply, its PC within the verse
See we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (First)
[Chorus]
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