Theodore
(专辑: Bulletproof Wallets - 2001)
[Intro: Twiz (Ghostface Killah)] Generals on deck, what's up, son? (Yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!) Salut this (Library shit) (Rock the
belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is) They understand and support us (I ain't going out) Theodore (Uh-huh!) [Ghostface Killah] Eh-yo! Stark edition, rock Christian's The
crystalized rock got the
big jury dealers on a
mission Slick taste of lace, I
done smacked New York City The
four-fifty went popping when he tried to dip me Balled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury duty Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me, Beigen rush Cuffies Blast the
last uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I
share rubies Due to the
night up on my behalf I
threw the
shotti in the
glass so I
could have a
double bash Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the
knuckle clash, fast Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass Uppercut, bad, you in the
grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass Slammed body in the
G-Y-M, G-Y-N' Love Doctor in the
hood, fucked bitches, all their friends So, yo... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (sung)] Party people, you're the
reason we're here Cuz we love the
game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello! Making sure y'all still there On stage here tonight be the
almighty Theodore Click [Trife] Yeah! Yeah... yo! I'm a
little dude but I
hold guns the
size of Europe Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup Whatever y'all put up, I
double that Stapleton is where I
hustle at, 2-12 is where I
bubble at Yeah, I'm talking money-wise, you funny guys I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side Catch me at the
honey hive, running the
strip Gun on the
hip, posted for hours, slinging dope and power Culture power, throwing nitros, letting the
pipes blow Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco This the
Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff Bit ya ear off, therefore, the
drama is what I'm here for From the
block to the
stage I
represent for those, locked in the
cage 'Til I'm dropped in the
graves, every line I
spit, is like a, shot from the
gauge Move accordingly, even when I'm acting disorderly [Chorus minus last 2
lines] [Twiz] Who you wit? See? See? Yo! I'm a
Don, dead form, look upon Ezekials To the
generals in my click, there'll be no sequels Them hot ones'll crease, the
vultures'll feast you The
loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you Just served fiends walking up the
block yawning Late night game, damn, forgot I
got a
warrant Got in, laid down, then start snoring P-O kicking ya door in, 4
in the
morning You blocking my lane-lane like John Stockton With the
uttermost disrespect just like, Bernard Hopkins Simply, it's PC within the
verse See we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (First) [Chorus]