(feat. Solomon Childs)



[Intro: movie sample]

Though we stand in the shadow of death

The lord is our God



[Hook: Ghostface Killah]

It's so much that I take the streets back so fast

Everybody thinkin' it's not gon' last

I, got bad news, bad news, brot'man and I'm gon' stay alive

I think you want my bitches, I envy I owe niggas

I'm gonna reach the sky, get on some food and we ain't gon' stop now



[Ghostface Killah]

I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas

Fuck if I cook coke with niggas

Operate over snow, and I brought cold techs for bitches

Drapped out in them goose lick bitches

You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow

Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin'

Tryin' to come up out that

Eric B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck

Like a dust joint, I'll have your whole hood stuck

This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with gold carts

Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch

Get the blade whip money, fuck your fame to part

The part when you see Starks, duck low

Fuck up a rapper on the regular

Blow his fuckin' arms off his cellular

This is Don Mattengly, Don Bailer, Don King or don anything

A monster, silver back gorilla, pa

Though I sleep outside the bing



[Chorus: Solomon Childs]

Introducing Staten Island

New York, New York, the Theodore Unit (It's yourz)

And we bringin' back the Twin Towers

We military, puttin' control on you cowards (It's yourz)

Introducing Staten Island

New York, New York, told me show 'em how the niggas shine (It's yourz)

This for the holes in my momma's sock

The scene's marked, got them six in a pack for 3.99 (It's yourz)



[Ghostface Killah]

Bulletproof goose pillows

I'm still alive since the last time I left

Tephlon pajama set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head

Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red

Fuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles

Blow a hole through an avocado, blitz murder Verrazano

Wish that I became a leader, the day this old school nigga

Placed a burner in my hand, 'cause I was very eager

Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele

Bricks we buy and sell, we made it, it's on, when fam post bail

When they ran up in, near the house, Pops went through hell

2 O'Clock, the Apollo on, no socks, wallo's on

Eatin' olives with Vodka, lampin' on plush sofas

Big trophies on my wall, double X Moses, Ghost is

M.C. Ultra, you be suprised by the size of my hostler, bitch

The reason why I be dissin' y'all niggas is cause y'all 0 for 6

You hero head muthafuckas, I'll expose you quick

Fuck around and get your waffle split

y'all morocco when I cock let the glock go, got those bridge

Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids

Body up your fuckin' man just like the Narco's did



[Chorus]



[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Solomon Childs)]

Yeah, yeah, like I told you (for real man)

Muthafuckas, you need man (tired of niggas tellin' niggas)

Fuck that, it's Theodore (niggas talkin' all flagrant)

(y'all niggas is fuckin' up, son)

Let me say somethin', let me say somethin' one time (go head)

I'mma bust one of these niggas wigs off 'em one time

My banger too big and been starvin' for one of these little punk ass niggas

(Yo these niggas like bad children)

I'mma start sendin' y'all niggas to the storm

(Where we from, y'all niggas don't know, fuck the rappers, God)

y'all niggas whole style is chunky, straight up and down

We them '88 bankies, man, on the real man

(y'all niggas just war story niggas)

I'll smack you off stage while you on man

(Slap the shit out of one of y'all niggas)

Spit in your girl's mouth, bitch (Shaolin, I fuck the bitch up)

I wanna bite this fuckin' mic, right now (I'm tellin' you...