[Intro: Solomon Childs]

Yeah, you know

Niggaz keep talkin' bout

Theodore this, and Theodore that

Niggaz need to stop worryin' about the Theodore

Worry about your muthafuckin' self



[Chorus: Solomon Childs]

From the door, you gotta put in that work

Rep your work, move that work

Apply that work, kill or get hurt

Eastside, hear the adrenaline, dirty



[Solomon Childs]

Money make the world go round

Here, muthafuckas can't fuck with me, pound for pound

We only got one life to live, so I need a gangsta bitch

A ratchet with a big kick, captain of my own ship

Cuz fake niggaz dream too much

And talk too much shit, do it sound like I'm playin'

With you muthafuckas, go 'head, me squeeze like Smucker's

This ain't a gimmick, for me to get on

Do an R&B remix with P. Diddy and R. Kelly

I don't know those muthafuckas

You see me in the club, high poster

Never who that, see me on the block with the roaster

Never who that, see me in somethin' pretty and big with the chauffeur

Never who that, model type, tipsy on the side of the coaster

Uptowns, white on white, valor suits, the color of _mocha

Upstate New York, ran with the trademark, the kid poker

I ain't talkin' bout a card game, talkin' bout blood on your face frame



[Chorus]



[Solomon Childs]

You bitch ass niggaz, you ass cheeks, and it reeks

Like the smell of dead Mafia, at the bottom of creeks

Mahonda speaks, that the true Messiah is speaked

This the first year of the future, walk with me, little nigga

Order to my people, people to my order

And pull myself together with the thought of a flat five

For manslaughter, I'm prepared to lead nations

From Muslims, to Bloods, to Masons

Music to guide killas through out dreams

Of self destruction, 20-05 eruption

Get the drop on, who cousin? I believe in guns hustling

Blood in your mouth, mumbling

Misinformation is the height of ignorance

That invites disaster and suffering

To blow a whole through the fader

Theodore Unit AKA the Al Qadea



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