(feat. Trife Da God, Wigs)


[Wigs]

Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street philosphy

Step foot on our block, there's no way possibly

Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me

Talk out your mouth, you better speak properly



[Trife Da God]

Aiyo, first of all, you ain't worth to brawl

And my fifth, call it the gift, when I curse you all

See I'm a soldier, look at my ranks

On the block, we got that water bubblin' like we cookin' up franks

This is Trife Diesel, get familiar with the name

I'm here, to stay for a while, so steel it in your brain

My guerrillas'll bang, we are the Planet of the Apes

Clips as long as bananas, throw them hammers in your face



[Solomon Childs]

From the land of the pushers, hustlers and handlers

With military, heavyweight standers

Cameras on the cannons, move amongst hoes and gamblers

Empties on my project balconies

My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me

I'm royalty, motherfucker gon' bow to me

20-04, vampires that'll rip off your neck

And eat your garlic, murder, from New York to Charlotte

It'll beat a nigga down like Sonny Carlton, when he ran through a gauntlet



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, my plate never pork, I sink deep into minds where you can't talk

Cough it up, bitch, I shine like Chinaware

Shine like the box in the live ball player amped

Fuck Mike Jordan, it's P-Tone in the air

Pullin' over NARCs with mad coke stashed in the spare

Guns and all that, the NARCs said, why you dipped in all black

Said, I'm comin' from a funeral, y'all boys can fall back



[Wigs]

It's Wiganomics, I drop like a brick in the third

And y'all fruit cake niggaz think my style's absurd

Only the birds I blow back, Staten Island super gat

Talk is pork, I get that money then stupid stack

Theodore, we state of the art, you wanna keep that

Chain around your neck, you better play your part

Cuz ain't a damn thing sweet, like the Wonka Factory

This the Enterprise/Theodore shit, you no match for me