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

Killah]
Left the buildin on start up,
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 throwin confetti
My gear is the premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the in Long Island, they got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or
I just bubble like in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the
Gun hand is from choppin the raw
And the jet land smoked up just look right under ya
The aircraft carry back of Colombia
Yeah, the rubble
Stay beatin niggaz brains out the God broke belt buckle
Jewels, pay respect to my
My blew niggaz away like a clarinet
My hoes, so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the with a plastic Tec
Haha..

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

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

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

Aiyo, I come through like a Bears linebacker
Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up you
Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get
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 to smash one
It's real, son, I hold my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared Square Garden
Is the next destination hip hop
Unit on an ill ass invasion
Kid Crooklyn style, Premo
The greatest men walking, fuck all their assumptions
Yo, me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't duplicate

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

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