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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? I said a banana nutriment, man Ya'll heard the fuck I said... I gave you. I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin' something and shit Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin' around here and shit Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo.. Fuck that special ed, shit
[Ghostface Killah] I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on There go son, tap out the hash bone Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length No jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlight His gun tool, was a half a hill That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him We gon' -- we gon' get our money If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin' Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!" Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown And get down! Get slapped with the put down Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin' I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'? Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter Your homies and your close relatives Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered It's the TH-EO-DORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me Keep with the fists, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, quote these and Baller' shit, long biscuits Fuck around, take all your shit Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it Fuck around, and be a statistic
[Trife] Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glock Cuz it's 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks Remove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your top I'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell And niggaz keep they heat blazin' like laundry wells Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids Cuz I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your crib Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz My nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
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[Outro: Ghostface Killah] That's right, it's real! It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit Blowin' niggaz back home, you know what I mean? I don't give a fuck... we could take it there Whatever, peace, we got him nigga Yeah, now I'mma strangle it there No doubt, it's real right now, muthafucka Ya'll niggaz done done it, fuck y'all yeah I'mma get the fuck outta this booth
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