[Intro: movie sample & Ghostface]
"Though we stand in the shadow of death
The Lord is our God"
It's a must that I take the streets back so fast
Everybody thinkin' it is not gon' last
I got bad news, bad news
Bro' man and I'm gon' stay alive
I think y'all want my bitches
I empty out on niggas
I'm gonna reach the top
Theodore's the crew and we ain't gon' stop now
[Verse 1: Ghostface]
I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas
Fuck if I cook coke with niggas
Operate over stoves and I brought Kotex for bitches
Draped out in them goose lick pictures
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at (Blaow), dare you to pop back
Under cars cryin', tryna come up out that
Eric B. when I cut, 23s on a truck
Like a dutch joint, you'll have your whole hood stuck
This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs, go-carts
Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch
Get the blade, rip money, fuckin' fade apart
Depart when you see Starks, duck low
Fuck up a rapper on the regular, blow his fuckin' hands off his cellular
This is Don Mattingly, Don Baylor
Don King or Don anything
A monster, silver back Guerrilla, pa, though I sleep outside the bing
[Chorus: Ghostface]
Niggas actin' like they bustin' their heat
All they life, all they did was the wheat
This is Theodore, 2004 Commodores
With big stupid bangers that go berserk on any jail floor
And any dance hall, to dirt bomb niggas
That steel case from stores, puff raw
Fuck what you heard, might wire your jaw, sip the methadone
Crazy straw, bitch, you want war?
[Verse 2: Ghostface]
Bulletproof goose pillows, I'm still alive
Since the last time I left, Teflon pajama set
Truck armor neck neck, arm way ahead
Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red
Fuck a 5-0, hydro in perfume bottles
Blow a hole through an avocado, blitzed on the 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 was on, when fam post bail
When they ran up in Nana 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 exposures
Ghost is MC Ultra, you'll be suprised by the size
Of my holster, bitch. The reason why
I be dissin' y'all niggas 'cause y'all 0-for-6
You hero head motherfuckers, I'll expose you quick
Fuck around and get your waffle split
Don Muraco when I cock, let the Glock go, Gotham's bridge
Feelin' like a bad parent when I dropped those kids
Body your fuckin' man just like the Narco's did
[Chorus: Ghostface]
Niggas actin' like they bustin' their heat
All they life, all they did was the wheat
This is Theodore, 2004 Commodores
With big stupid bangers that go berserk on any jail floor
And any dance hall, to dirt bomb niggas
That steel case from stores, puff raw
Fuck what you heard, might wire your jaw, sip the methadone
Crazy straw, bitch, you want war?
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