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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! on that bullshit Budweiser!
yo.. what? Fuck you too nigga!
'Kind of you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a nigga!

1]
Catch me in the 80's
Old school with a brand new baby glock
Right from my sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in
And only fuck with fly bitches get fly and boost
And they be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a y'all
Fuck a state, charge
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap sheet that's two elephants
Jumbo from New Orleans
Players and Pimps bit off Fiends
Quick, switch the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all fuck with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Trife Da
Aiyyo we the live holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, mothers to morners
Money launderers, coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
'Cause we cut from the cloth
Big guns to bang off
Slide off the cables and the rings off!

2]
We hold the weight of four
uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz come through (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy
happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the town!
She struck two times, get caught, good blood, it ain't no heines
a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your
So when the look they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and
Get your face bashed in on the rug
on that I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Mack's teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your
Smack you in the back of your head on the block you holding your dick
My semi, they it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, my lead eat through fibers
your potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no
your marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Carrington holding the Dynasty
I motherfuckers up like meineke
and write a thousand bar verse that all with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault
And cruisin desserts mad into salt treats
Im the taste in mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun in the grassy fatigues
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!