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

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

Trife Da God]
Uh, that's I'm talking bout nigga
That's some words right there
So you know, we just gon' this shit rolling
Theodore, they how we do it
Straight up and down,
One fourth of the squad,
Uh, hit 'em

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

Trife Da God]
Uh, that's right
'06, bout to us into '07
The is ours, from here on out
Theodore, up and down
Word up, introducing
You know, acknowledge the
My muthafuckin' man

Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago linebacker
Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up you
Then I you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped
Son, I've been a punk faggot ass idiot
Get snatched in all letters, Puerto bitch fetish
Call me the streets, or the mixtape
I get respected, like a Pride champion
Out in Japan, I was ready to one
It's real, son, I hold my squadron
Ghostface and scared Madison Square Garden
Is the next destination hip hop
Theodore on an ill ass invasion
Kid Crooklyn style, Premo
The greatest men walking, all them their assumptions
Yo, call me the king, the of greatness
Often imitated, but you duplicate this

[Interlude: Trife Da
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no
Muthafuckin' New Backbone, take it home

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