(feat. J-Love, Shawn Wigs, Trife Da God)


[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah]

(Uh what you got here, is your approach)

Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em

KnowImean? Just to make it sound official (uh)

Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in)



[Ghostface Killah]

Left the buildin on start up, heavy

Niggaz couldn't take the chain, it's too heavy

Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete

Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti

My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear

Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah

Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there

I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist

I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris'

My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the floor

Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw

And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya

The aircraft carry back half of Colombia

Yeah, separate the rubble

Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke belt buckle

Jewels, pay respect to my larynx

My bird blew niggaz away like a clarinet

My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet

And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec

Haha..



[Interlude: Trife Da God]

Uh, that's what I'm talking bout nigga

That's some real words right there

So you know, we just gon' keep this shit rolling

Theodore, they know how we do it

Straight up and down, introducing

One fourth of the squad, Wiganomics

Uh, hit 'em nigga



[Shawn Wigs]

Yo son I smack bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"

Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory

Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum

It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em

Cuz the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew

And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu

Influenza, top contender

Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member

I remember them days when the Stat was my home

Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of zones

Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone

Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones

Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup

Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup

That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian

Next year we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a killin



[Interlude: Trife Da God]

Uh, that's right nigga

'06, bout to take us into '07

The years is ours, from here on out

Theodore, straight up and down

Word up, introducing next

You know, acknowledge the great

My muthafuckin' man J-Love



[J-Love]

Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker

Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you

Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped

Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot

Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish

Call me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist

I get respected, like a Pride Fighter champion

Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one

It's real, son, I hold down my squadron

Ghostface and Life scared Madison Square Garden

Is the next destination hip hop preservation?

Theodore Unit on an ill ass invasion

Kid Crooklyn style, Premo production

The greatest men walking, fuck all them their assumptions

Yo, call me the king, the presence of greatness

Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this



[Interlude: Trife Da God]

Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction

Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home



[Trife Da God]

Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, something swell

With the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's

I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, check out my aura

On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a scorer

Place your order, place your bets, I'll erase your set

Puncture your lung and inflate your chest

I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops

While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots

I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my people

These bars of life dope, and I supply you that diesel

I'm a needle in the haystack, laid back in Maybach

Slay phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape that

Gray slacks for, all my Compton killas

Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who bomb for skrilla

Staten Island's most wanted, the backbone of the city

The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you feel me?