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(feat. Black Thought, Ghostface Killah, Trife Da God)
[sample] One two, one two, one two, one two So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up? I said let the turntables talk for me at first And then I should finish the rest [Hook x2: Ghostface Killah] Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what) Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what) Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what) Deeeeeeeeeeeeeee [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what's poppin' and shit Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz Throw bleachin' [Trife Da God] Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone! Hurry up, get your ass in the truck, it's time to leave [Ghostface Killah] Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks And you know, I can't iron man garments, without the stars, just Double park, give me ten minutes or less I overslept, my bitch left, and my crib is a mess [scratches and talk] "If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage" [Trife Da God] It's the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try'nna floss [Ghostface Killah] Say no more, let's motivate Trife, throw on your poker face Spin around the block one time, so we can spoke the place Yeah, it's lookin' lavish, and the scene looks wonderful Pockets full of trees, and my shit look colorful [Trife Da God] We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one's and two's No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools And the grill's just cookin' up chicken and steak And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin' the plate [Interlude: ?] Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo! [Black Thought] Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire, pealin' your face off Sprayin' up the party, from the ceiling with napalm Shots follow the target, I ain't gon chase ya'll Swinging aluminum bats, that's not for baseball It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh I'm like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that ass And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast A million crabs in a barrel, try'nna make they splash Break away fast, nice brother's finish in last It don't, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast To handle your ass, frontin', I'mma take your stash And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits This kid is a trendsetter, ya'll just misfits Black Thought, I've been better, ya'll just forgettin' shit Now it's a life or death predicament I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin' shit Then spit game, that's ridiculous, ya'll muthafuckas insignificant I'm three fifty seven, magnificent Stay playin', where them bad bitches is, you feelin' tonight You know they feelin', let the semi automatic bend They fend to have 'em in the ghetto, goin' at it, man They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan Philly boys bringin' noise, makin' wild static, then We trick cops, even jump out vans, and leave you Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin stance You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands That kick back, cuz, you and your mans'll get zapped Just keep, thinkin' my peoples, and peoples'll toy with A cold blooded kill shit, and keep on doin' it Cuz that's my pleasure, that's the people's enjoyment Gangsta's holla at me, if you seekin' employment |
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I was in this club just the other day
And I saw the X-ecutioners that made me wanna say: "They were cuttin' it up, scratchin' it with both hands. They sounded so good they made everybody dance." (Check it out.) [Scratching "yes" vocal.] As the 'X' kept fading, they were rockin' the crowd. Everybody was movin' to the hypnotic sound. They were cuttin' it up, scratchin' it with both hands. They sounded so good they made everybody dance. (Check it out.) [Scratching "I love this song" vocal.] The music was hittin', the bass kept pumpin', Nobody was sittin', 'X' got the whole club jumpin'. It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida Tearin' it up, yeah, flippin' the crossfader. [Scratching "like this", "yeah" vocals.] They were cuttin' it up, scratchin' it with both hands. They sounded so good they made everybody dance. (Check it out.) The music was hittin', the bass kept pumpin', Nobody was sittin', 'X' got the whole club jumpin'. It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida Tearin' it up, yeah, flippin' the crossfader. [Scratching "turn it up", "blow", "come on" vocals.] By the end of the night, the whole vibe felt right, Yeah, the X-ecutioners made the music sound tight. It was Rob Swift, Total Eclipse, Roc Raida Tearin' it up, yeah, flippin' the crossfader. [Scratching "X-ecutioners", "like this" vocals.] |
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