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[Intro: (Trife Da God) Killah]
(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 on this shit, go in)

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

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

Wigs]
Yo son I bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"
Smoke out ya room like I'm up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you hold 'em
Cuz the Pips be like Pepi LePew
And my so sick, son, they call it the flu
Influenza, top
Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen
I remember them days when the was my home
Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of
Had to put the heat, picked up the microphone
Started payin off the jewelers and in stones
Chunky and I ain't talkin noodle soup
Got a V for this year and need to recoup
That two point five million'll slice a
Next year we want the fuckin pie we makin a killin

[Interlude: Trife Da
Uh, that's nigga
'06, to take us into '07
The is ours, from here on out
Theodore, straight up and
Word up, introducing
You know, acknowledge the
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 never been a punk ass idiot
Get snatched in all letters, Puerto bitch fetish
Call me the streets, or the terrorist
I get respected, like a Pride Fighter
Out in Japan, I was to smash one
real, son, I hold down my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared Madison Square
Is the next hip hop preservation?
Theodore on an ill ass invasion
Kid Crooklyn style, Premo
The greatest men walking, fuck all them assumptions
Yo, call me the king, the presence of
Often imitated, but you duplicate this

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

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