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[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface
(Uh what you got here, is approach)
approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it sound (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on shit, go in)

Killah]
Left the buildin on up, heavy
couldn't take the chain, it's too heavy
Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style
Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin
My is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out
I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or
I just bubble like in a glass of Cris'
My is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the floor
Gun hand is from choppin the raw
And when the jet land up just look right under ya
The aircraft carry back half of
Yeah, the rubble
beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke belt buckle
Jewels, pay respect to my
My bird blew niggaz like a clarinet
My hoes, they so happy I married yet
And I still walk the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..

[Interlude: Da God]
Uh, that's I'm talking bout nigga
That's some real words right
So you know, we just gon' keep shit rolling
Theodore, know how we do it
up and down, introducing
One fourth of the squad,
Uh, hit 'em

[Shawn
Yo son I bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"
Smoke out ya like I'm cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the
Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
Cuz the Pips be stinky like LePew
And my so sick, son, they call it the flu
Influenza, top
Had ya girl leavin marks on my Swollen Member
I remember them days the Stat was my home
Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of
Had to put the heat, picked up the microphone
payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones
Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken soup
Got a V for this year and need to recoup
That two point five million'll a Sicillian
Next year we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a

[Interlude: Trife Da
Uh, right nigga
'06, bout to take us '07
The is ours, from here on out
Theodore, up and down
Word up, next
You know, the great
My muthafuckin' man

Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears
me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you
Then I backslap you, yeah, ya get flipped
Son, I've been a punk faggot ass idiot
Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican bitch
Call me the streets, or the mixtape
I get respected, like a Pride Fighter
Out in Japan, I was ready to one
It's real, son, I down my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared Square Garden
Is the destination hip hop preservation?
Theodore on an ill ass invasion
Kid style, Premo production
The greatest men walking, fuck all them their
Yo, call me the king, the presence of
Often imitated, but you can't duplicate

Trife Da God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who no introduction
New York's Backbone, take it home

[Trife Da
Aiyo, I roll a bat out of hell, something swell
With the money green Balley's and the gazelle's
I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, out my aura
On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm a scorer
Place your order, your bets, I'll erase your set
Puncture your lung and inflate chest
I keep killas on mountain tops, on housing cops
While I'm in the spot, up rocks, I'm counting knots
I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my
bars of life dope, and I supply you that diesel
I'm a needle in the haystack, laid back in
Slay phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape
Gray slacks for, all my Compton
Casket fillers, gorillas, who bomb for skrilla
Staten most wanted, the backbone of the city
The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you me?