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World premiere, premiere

What these niggaz hollerin'?
What they to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore
Put the ball down, we score
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, nigga? This got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root

My buddy, my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal
Detach wigs, kill off contact, son see
Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?

See, y'all listened to her
She knew her son had a big
An' someday, death would
Please, for Ms. sake an' her seeds
Pass the flurry, fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma it look like you smoke base
An' we don't no trace
These rap niggaz swear that they so
I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't
My guns be in my hand, one in my
An' I could 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 them rap niggaz to my dick

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

Uh, oh, word up, this
What you talkin' 'bout,
Real kids that shit