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World premiere, premiere

What these niggaz 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'? Fuck that Fam shit, just off, you bitch

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

My buddy, keep my gun, next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal
wigs, kill 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
you talkin' 'bout, baby?
Real spit that shit

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

Me an' clear projects parks
With our '93 shit, army coat green an' tan Clarks
Niggaz I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me
An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a ducky

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

I got heavy chrome, niggaz care if you live or die
They happier Marbury home
niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends meet
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on as Tweet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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