Theodore

Lyrics

[Intro: Twiz & (Ghostface Killah)] Generals on deck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon) Salute your superiors, y'all (This that library shit, rock the bells) Yeah (Uh-huh, you know what time it is) Every man is a boss ('Til it's all out) Theodore (Uh-huh) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] A-yo! Stark edition, rock Christians The crystalized rock got them big jewelry dealers on a mission With a slick taste of lace I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me Balled out in bingo halls, report skied on jury duty Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me Beigen rush Cuffies, blast the last Uzi Ship me to Africa, right? I shit rubies Due to the night upon my behalf I threw the shotty in the glass so I could have a double blast Scuffle past teams and couples quick with the knuckle fast Rain, hail, snow, sleet — still bust that ass! Uppercut, bash You in the grass slumped up and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass Slim body, ain't a G-Y-M, G-Y-N Love Doctor in the hood, fuck bitches or they friends [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & (Trife)] So, yo, party people, you're the reason we're here 'Cause we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello! Makin' sure y'all still there (Yeah!) On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore clique (Yeah) [Verse 2: Trife] 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, two-twelve is where I bubble at Yeah, I'm talkin' 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, runnin' the strip Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and powder Culture-Power throwin' nitros (Uh-huh), lettin' the pipes blow Got remote control cars (Nah), and they're not made by Tyco Grand Wizzard Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff Bite 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 grave Every line that I spit is like a shot from the gauge Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & (Twiz)] So, yo, party people, you're the reason we're here (Who you with?) 'Cause we love the game and our music is projects (See? See? Yo) [Verse 3: Twiz] I'm a Don, dead form, looked upon as equals To the generals in my clique, there'll be no sequels Them hot ones'll crease you, the vultures'll feast you Your loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' Late night, hmm.. damn, forgot I got a warrant Got in, laid down then start snorin' P-O kickin' ya door in, four in the mornin' You blockin' my lane-lane like John Stockton With the uttermost disrespect just like Bernard Hopkins See, it's PC within the verse See, we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] So, yo, party people, you're the reason we're here 'Cause we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello! Makin' sure y'all still there On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore clique