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World premiere, premiere

What these clown hollerin'?
they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore
Put the ball down, we can't
They pen shit to blackboards, make out of whack broads
You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you

Crystal', Dana wrapped around your neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you up now
See my gun, This baby got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump pounds

My buddy, keep my gun, next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal
Detach wigs, flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean

See, y'all listened to her
She knew her son had a big
An' someday, would occur
Please, for Ms. Gale's an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they to her weave

Uh, oh, up, this still
What you 'bout, baby?
Real spit that shit

Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo,

Me an' Starks clear projects
With our '93 shit, coat green an' light tan Clarks
Niggaz think I'm lucky, wanna fuck me
An' put me in the tub with like I'm a rubber ducky

I got a in the pump about the size of Chucky
I faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old like the Iron Monkey
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin'

I got chrome, niggaz don't care if you live or die
happier than Marbury home
Y'all better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends meet
The hard you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet

This is Theodore, D-Block, the adore
It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz

Uh, oh, word up, still
What you 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit shit

Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with
I don't millions but I get millions
the fiends that smoke base
Somebody out with a poked face
Tone, burn him an' his teeth out
I can swear I get you no case

I'ma make it like you smoke base
An' we don't leave no
rap niggaz swear that they so safe
I don't talk to you, homes, I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand, one in my
An' I could your number like a smile off the face

With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black
Metal spit the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a
Tell them rap niggaz to my dick

Fuck the industry of
Shut down the store, bust my
I got some hustlin' ass niggaz pump my bricks
An' some dust head niggaz dump my clips, what?

Uh, oh, word up, this
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit shit