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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! on that bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. 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 Mercedes with a brand new glock
Right from my Lady's with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly bitches get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up a lamp, Who cares?!
They is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
Thats y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, charge
My status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap that's outweighing two elephants
shits from New Orleans
Players and Pimps bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

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

2]
We hold the weight of four
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented
mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't come (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking like crazy glue
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
Blow a hockey puck in the back of your spine
She put two cut up in the place of your eyes
So when the cops they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the rug
on note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! to Darryl Mack's teeth!

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