Theodore Unit

Theodore Unit - '88 Freestyle lyrics

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[Big Daddy Kane sample]

In control and effect

So what the heck, rock the discotheque



[Ghostface Killah]

Bring all the hammers and the buchanans

My click ran in and after the blazin' is done, we still standin'

Spot Raider Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin'

Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon

Give her a quick chance to kiss glands

In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance

Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick

And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in

Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle

Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle

Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you

And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me

Punch 'em in his face, fuck him up mentally

Real robe and pop my throne

Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow

This is real live lyricist, never a witness

See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist

The dude is, the Ruger is super steel

Fall back, take a look at my face, for real

My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills

When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills



[Chorus: sample]

Burn it, aw, burn it

And you know, got to have them set it

Burn it, aw, burn it

What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha



[Trife Da God]

Yo, I'm dope like syringe with dope in it

And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it

See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it

Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it

Young nigga, smokin' marijuana with the coke in it

Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it

Easy, duke, man I need this loot

Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit

Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat

Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep

For fuckin' with a top boss, niggaz get knocked off

I always drop shit for the street like a cop's horse

Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off

And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce

It'll burn you, toss and turn you

Have you bleedin' internal, get popped like kernels



[Chorus]
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