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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 it sound official (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the niggas on this shit, go in)

[Ghostface
Left the buildin on start up,
Niggaz couldn't take the chain, too heavy
Word to mother, I was swingin that Style machete
Now when I come through "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti
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 like acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes across the floor
Gun is sore from choppin the raw
And when the jet land smoked up just right under ya
The carry back half of Colombia
Yeah, separate the
Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke buckle
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 with a plastic Tec
Haha..

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

Wigs]
Yo son I smack bitches, 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"
Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up
dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
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, they it the flu
Influenza, top
Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Member
I remember them days when the Stat was my
Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of
Had to put down the heat, up the microphone
Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in
Chunky and I ain't talkin noodle soup
Got a V for Vendetta year and need to recoup
That two 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, to take us into '07
The years is ours, here on out
Theodore, straight up and
Word up, introducing
You know, the great
My man J-Love

Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears
Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up you
Then I you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped
Son, I've never been a punk ass idiot
Get in all letters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish
Call me the streets, or the mixtape
I get respected, like a Fighter champion
Out in Japan, I was to smash one
It's real, son, I down my squadron
and Life scared Madison Square Garden
Is the destination hip hop preservation?
Theodore Unit on an ill ass
Kid Crooklyn style, production
The men walking, fuck all them their assumptions
Yo, me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't this

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

Da God]
Aiyo, I like a bat out of hell, something swell
the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's
I'm an explorer Dora, nigga, check out my aura
On the block, I quarters, but I'm really a scorer
Place your order, place bets, I'll erase your set
Puncture your lung and inflate chest
I keep 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
bars of life dope, and I supply you that diesel
I'm a needle in the haystack, laid in Maybach
Slay phat, cuz he gats, try to escape that
slacks for, all my Compton killas
Casket fillers, gorillas, who bomb for skrilla
Staten Island's wanted, the backbone of the city
The killings, niggas get slapped silly, you feel me?