(feat. Trife)
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?
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I said a banana nutriment, man
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Ya'll heard the fuck I said... I gave you.
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I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
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Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin' something and shit
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Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin' around here and shit
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Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo..
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Fuck that special ed, shit
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[Ghostface Killah]
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I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on
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There go son, tap out the hash bone
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Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length
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No jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlight
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His gun tool, was a half a hill
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That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him
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We gon' -- we gon' get our money
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If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy
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Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
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Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
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Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
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And get down! Get slapped with the put down
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Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'
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I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'?
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Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening
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After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards
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So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing
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Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter
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Your homies and your close relatives
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Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered
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It's the TH-EO-DORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
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Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me
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Keep with the fists, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
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Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, Co D's and
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Baller' shit, long biscuits
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Fuck around, take all your shit
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Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef
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Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
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Fuck around, and be a statistic
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[Trife]
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Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glock
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Cuz it's 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box
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I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
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Remove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your top
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I'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
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And niggaz keep they heat blazin' like Bonzie Wells
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Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids
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Cuz I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
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So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your crib
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Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
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My nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live
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Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge
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Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
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Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins
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This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
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Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
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That's right, it's real!
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It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit
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Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all
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Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit
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Blowin' niggaz back home, you know what I mean?
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I don't give a fuck... we could take it there
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Whatever, peace, we got him nigga
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Yeah, now I'mma strangle it there
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No doubt, it's real right now, muthafucka
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Ya'll niggaz done done it, fuck y'all yeah
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I'mma get the fuck outta this booth
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Biscuits (featuring Trife)
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| Ghostface Killah |
