[Intro: Ghostface k**ah]
Yo... who the f** brought me this chocolate sh**, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the f** I said... I gave you
I wrote it on the f**in' paper, man
Y'all muthaf**as always f**in' around and forgettin' something and sh**
Smart dumb n***as and sh**, runnin' around here and sh**
Y'all n***as need to wisen up, man, yo..
Get off that special ed sh**, man
[Ghostface k**ah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pa** me the sazone, it's on
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length
No j**els, 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, f** 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, f** all the talkin'
Safety off and sh**, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the p-dound
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 ba*tards
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 a** pigs'll get splattered
It's the T-H-E-O-D-O-R-E, 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
[Hook: Ghostface k**ah]
Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, quote these and
Baller' sh**, long biscuits
f** around, take all your sh**
Call your bluff, y'all f*ggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
f** around, and be a statistic
[Trife]
Yo, yo, n***as ask why I use my Glock
Cuz it's 2003, muthaf**a, 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 junkheads and zombies dwell
And n***as keep they heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells
Don't ever talk to a n***a like I'm one of your kids
Cuz I'll co*k 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 n***a, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live
Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge
Cla**ic 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, n***a, f** your wack stones
[Hook 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface k**ah]
That's right, it's real!
It's that muthaf**in' Theodore Unit
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live sh**, y'all
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat sh**
Blowin' n***as back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a f**... we could take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him n***a
Yeah, now I'mma strangle it there
No doubt, it's real right now, muthaf**a
Y'all n***as done done it, f** y'all yeah
I'mma get the f** outta this booth