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[Ghostface
Aiyyo, those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the out the room, G!
up! Sipping on that bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. Fuck you too nigga!
of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya done!
Eat a nigga!

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

[Chorus: Trife Da
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
'Cause we cut from the same
Big ready to bang off
Slide off the and take the rings off!

2]
We hold the weight of Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in 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, sticking niggaz like crazy glue
happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the town!
She two times, get caught, good luck 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 eyes
So when the cops they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and
Get your face in on the concrete rug
on note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through
Peel potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no
Fuck your marrow! your hood!
You a street legend like me!
Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up meineke
and write a thousand bar that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth,
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy
niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!