[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 2X: 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
