Theodore Unit
Theodore Unit - Wicked With Lead lyrics
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... yeah.. Yo, yo [Ghostface Killah] Talk about it, if you live it, if not, don't even spit it Fuck your niggaz and them rap credits I'm in the '88 candidates, paisley'd out In them Coca-Cola rugby's, two bitches, with a front in my mouth That's right, standin' in the lobby with tech Briefer sheets, make the leaf, taste better, we love that wet Got the new Patrick Ewing Jr.'s, square you, it was boomin' We was robbin' digits, James or Rakim, he kept it smooth and Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, can I bone you? Say I can Yes, I can, I'm lethal None of these rappers can touch my pen I'mma killer, that's why I bounce back in the end I'm not, Freddy or Jason, or on probation The lifetime achievement award is what I'm facin' It's time for sentencin', the game, I'mma just rewrite it Puttin' it to sleep, don't try to fight it, come on [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Me and Trife, yo, we wicked with lead-a Especially, when both of our tummies ain't fed-a Theodore click, aimin' for your head-a We the twat team, when we be gettin' that head-a Don't get it twisted, yo, we out for the bread-a It's on and poppin', like we rock blue and red-a You wonder why these faggots poppin' up dead-a We love hip hop, gives us our cred'-a [Trife Da God] I'm from the era, when the chronic was hittin', Onyx was spittin' Throw Ya Gunz in the air, that year, have party's slippin' Back then, power dollars was the party admission Air Jordans, and Scottie Pippen's had the latest addition And number 5's, with the lead on the side Used to rock the L used jean suit, and the letters in dye Doo-rags under my Starter cap, nigga, I started that And if a nigga stepped on your sneakers, you caught a heart attack Bumpin' The Artifacts, mixed it on the fader Freestylin' up like DJ Tone, playin' the Sega Neighbors handin' out papers, promotin' g's to save us Tryin' guide us, hopin' one day, we'll change our behaviors Floatin' on traitors, them haters, they got the vapors Now we style on 'em, kids that bitches, that tried to play us And to them faggot ass cops, that tried to slay us You can't stop it, this is what the streets fight us [Chorus]