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World premiere, premiere

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

Crystal', Dane's wrapped around your neck
rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun, nigga? This got stuffed uptown
out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds

My buddy, my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal
Detach wigs, kill off contact, son see
Didn't Mommy tell niggaz to wear clean undies?

See, should've listened to her
She knew her son had a big
An' someday, death would
Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her
Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, knocked to her weave

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

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

Me an' Starks clear parks
With our '93 shit, army green an' light tan Clarks
Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches fuck me
An' put me in the tub them like I'm a rubber ducky

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

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

This is Theodore, D-Block, the adore
son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like

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

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

I'ma make it look like you base
An' we don't leave no
These rap niggaz swear 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 dial your number like a smile off the face

the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer
Metal lungies'll the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, dummies a clip
Tell rap niggaz to suck my dick

the industry of [Incomprehensible]
Shut down the store, bust my
I got hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks
An' some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips,

Uh, oh, up, this still
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real kids spit that