(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
[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
Just like a fresh pair of Royals on the first day of school It was love, even from the jump I spoiled you Before the fame camera cars and the glitter Though my occupation is tasty for God's sake it came with the bitches But that's on another note (uh-huh) let me explain here right now sugar on how I feel for you Like when we UHH yo I get these crazy chills from you And when we done, yo I know the perfect meal for you The mashed joints, big onions on sauteed fish Little Royal, candle and one big kiss You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard; you cussed me out when you found condoms layin in my pocket I was busted I gets right witchu (uh) form a life with you (yeah) The type after sex get a warm rag and then wipe you Hyped up love light it up, might bite you at the altar I'm bitin off you, I'm wearin white too
[Ruff Endz] Ain't it funny how tables turn, chase you all around Change your life baby, cause I love you baby
[Chorus: Ruff Endz (+ ad libs)] Stuck with me through the thick and thin Through the pain and strife.. the love of my life Said that it will ne-ver last But I'm here by your side.. the love of my life
[Ghostface] And I'm here.. that's my word Only fight you when we makin love, that's what I call it Burnin the chronic we laughin while I'm shittin on the toilet Camcord it, happy times record it; the time you asked me for them blue Nike's - I was like, "Boo I can't afford it" I was fucked up, plus I was stuck, Starks the King Hit the block and still scraped up, eighty beans How you like them apples? My technique is Taye Diggs Your attitude is right that's why I made you my Wiz The only girl that can make my shit jump, with the slightest touch You at the stove while I'm grabbin my stuff God forbid somethin happen to us Let's remain and friends and discuss our troubles and might try again Word to my Iron pen, it's not good to hold the cryin in I feel the same way your heart's trapped in the lion's den Iron Man, I am him It's the beauty in our souls through Allah where the love lies within
[Ruff Endz: repeat 2X] Can't believe you found love in me, through everything Held me down like my boys in the streets, here's the ring Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
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[Ruff Endz] Every part of me, every thing I've done is still there, still there, still care, ohhh Always been there baby I don't wanna, and I don't wanna cry no more baby And I love, and I love and I love you girl
Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit This Theodore shit, y'all niggaz know what time it is and shit Y'nah mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know
Yo, making moves back and forth uptown 60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted Whip smelling like fish from 125th Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys Got the Montana pulled in front of the store Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put Fuck them niggaz on the block they shook, most of them won't look They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady that lady with the shopping cart She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway Damn she look pretty old Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in 3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you Why? Why you behind me leery? Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a carry it Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked? These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice Big round onions on a T-bone steak, my stomach growling yo I want some Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door The door flew open, dude had his mouth open Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin' Told him Freeze! lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat Give up the coke! But the bitch wouldn't listen I'm on the floor like holy shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves The big one had the centipede stab wound Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out To be continued...
[Ghostface Killah] (Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk? The stark...enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit? ..I need some pussy though I'm ready for a catwoman or something f-fuck it, lets go!
Aiyyo shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple)
[Chorus] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man!) A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand!) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man!) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman)
[Ghostface Killah] Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharoah Reason, He was moving that peruvian white blowing coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice big heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order A Kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars
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[Raekwon the Chef] Yeah Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right some call it bricks, some call it birds how many niggaz get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb You would go to jail get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered most niggaz get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers Kilos is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer you get caught with an ounce and its over matter 'fact they takin you down, son
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[Ghostface Killah] Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed four days later straight cash, two million bucks strictly powder, no cut your coke is vialed in, whats up? Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts A Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye It's nice to have a thousand fans Coke buyers, some be liars therefore, you check for wires dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters
[Raekwon the Chef] Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's 58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one OT's Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo!
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay
[Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em You just mad cause I'm hittin' your sister You in the other room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh Pop a lotta shit without that liquor, yup We mind seat up, so take our picture I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya Whether now or later, afterlife, or switcher
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, oh shit, aiyo Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga You knowhatimean, it's about to pop off! Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking floor Get the fuck out the way, come on!
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[Trife Da God] (Ghostface Killah) {both} Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in the building) Niggaz wanna beef {what up, what up, what up} We packed to the ceiling (we constantly chilling) We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut}
[Ghostface Killah] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now Yes, my birthday, landed in nay, now Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like deja vu Leave your girl around me, I will bag your boo Ahh, you bitch niggaz better listen up Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a herse truck" I tried to ignore it, his people saw it I ain't the type of dude you go to war with My polo gun yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga! Staten Island, yo Theodore! What's the deal Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm about to go in! Yo!
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[Ghostface Killah] Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that d, put it in and be eas' and uh So what, come on, now some of y'all people Might know me from my wallabies Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me I stick it up like an iced cake robbery And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me Floss the ill robes since Criminology Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens I represent S.I., ain't as wild as me They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies Tone got the powder squeeze, don't surround me Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty Ya'll can just crown me!
[Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, that's right I like to thank y'all for coming out tonight How y'all like that shit? Youknowhatimean? You really run New York This is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!
Yeah, Thats right, Hardy Boys shit Smoke a winston to this shit word up bout to f**kin blow ya head up yeah
yo, yo, he got his stones from greece, in his mouth he had like 30 plus carats, ??? smoked cigars like a bogart classic told niggas if he die he want a glass casket parents died when he was five years old made his way inside the US with columbian gold a fake name, and a passport ???? one sister pretty thing light skinned niggas will body over her like f**k it with a scar by her left eye her brother alex was extremely close he sold coats and minks had ??? put in toilets and sinks loved to rollerskate 99 did time up in ??? came home blown ??? kings and soldiers never gave a f**k about that mc beef in queens Alex, he was a rich nigga, he had close to ten bodies under his belt his man did the last one and got murdered himself took him a while to get his head together alex one day, out in a l.a. made a call to new york told his man I-God its going down fly the whole team in for support member that ray shit that jamie foxx played that was my shit i never got paid
they got rich off a stolen strip In 98 i seen charles on the cali strip sold him copyrights his life and ??? flip In brail he read it in no time hit it me with his ?? i give you some more lines real talk stand up dude said how yo like jamie foxx to replay you he said yeah thats cool but under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk flip my talk and my hands i said sure why not he can imitate anything turst me this young boy hot shook his hand and i bounced in the limo grabbed my cell bit my cigar then rolled down the window contacted stonybrook and roberts, told em we got it in 10 now that yo ray ray signed it now we can move on and shoot this live shit, with mad options paramount and dreamworks we shopping on mandelay and new line coppin i go and get 10 mill and blow it on the independent market but anyway down in ??? changed i had a meeting with this rich investor said hed throw 20 million on the kids film only if he chose the cash he was drunk he was talking real fast so i test his mouth, laid back then i put him on blast, where exactly you gonna get this cash i got a an ill gotti ??? connect, wise guys they kill ???? catchin bodies earning respect they waiter came and he dropped of the shrimp fried rice he ordered, i said thankas as he poured my water then out came the veggie roll, sesame chicken and mint tea rice wine had me wantin to pee i said excuse me i'll be right back, pardon me grabbed his glass and he nodded to me standed up to take a piss this shit felt like a nut got back the dude vanished breifcase tooken off asked the waiter where he go the mother f**ker spoke spanish
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo!
[Chorus: Ne-Yo] Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that billionaires do they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that billionaires do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no
[Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song
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[Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you
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[Ne-Yo] Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do
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[Outro: Ghostface Killah] I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now..
[Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child] (Yo yo guzzling forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire No doubt!
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars, living by gun law Jail cats come home and want to take yours As the young one, growing up broke me and my people as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat Think it, plus drinking that 90-proof Playing on the roof saying we need a next man to shoot...
[Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...]
Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showing off his 850 plus, what a nice whip Young blood guzzling forties hussled in a rain Old Earth, shooting dope in her veins He never had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favourite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall Now back to the original neighbourhood criminals Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders from Staten, where crazy clips be clapping Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin Labelled as the cow he had crazy beef Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he should of kept it real and went for kill Cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off money had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there Two kids was beaming him, them niggaz from the movie theatre One had all Guess on, looking like he had a vest on The other felly pell tucked with a firearm Moving slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea About the size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm running in my first instance is to return em, the time is now Warfare and pull delf Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out Don't move don't even flinch Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tut He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbing him Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy Randy came out whacked out with a half a shotty I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass Damn, had to go out with a blast I shot my way up out of the Albee fast [Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child] Oh shit, what the fuck? This shit is horrible.
