Who Are We?

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Bonecrusher) {Trife Da God}]

Staten Island stand up, New York City stand up

Ya'll about to witness something ya'll never heard before

(Yeah) {Theodore, nigga} Let's go, fucka (Bonecrusher)

Know what I mean (the south and the north) Bang this in your trucks

{Ant Acid, what up?} (Ghostface, Trife) {yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}

(Theodore, let's go) Aiyo, aiyo

[Trife Da God]

I'm not a gangsta, I'm an army of one

But Trife Diesel, Toney Starks, go together, like Bacardi and Rum

See this burner on my waist, to refurnish your face

The lead from the barrel, leave mouths with a permanent taste

And have these faggot niggas, squirmin' to Jake, they so frail

Cuz like Ernest, just wanna see me Goin' To Jail

But your boy'll make bail, get out and set sail

And hit, every drug spot in the hood, and collect mail

It's Trife, the barbarian, quick to put your dog to sleep like veterinarians

Have him layin' up somewhere in the Presbyterian

Doctors pumpin' air in 'em

They got his soul floatin', like he was high off of helium

My block is like the Gaza Strip, opposite of metropolis

We hungry like some hostages, niggas get shot and die for this

While you sittin', write about stories, that just do not exist

Your lies is fabricated, and you? Don't make no kind of sense

[Hook: Bonecrusher (Solomon Childs) {Ghostface Killah}]

Parker Bear, for sure we some killas

Wide Street, the thriller in Manilla

We runnin', nowhere, so nigga, don't go there

Get stuck to sleep, nigga, fuckin' with me

Who are we? (718) Some bonifide killas

Who are we? (404) Some street wide killas

Who are we? {Theodore} Some bonifide killas

We run, nowhere, so nigga, don't go there

[Ghostface Killah]

I'm gonna show ya'll niggas how we gettin' down

And how we flip your town, The Terminator

Got you dudes, look who snitchin' now

Fe-fi-fo-fam it, it's Tony Montana

My hammer be tippin' the scale, have you hittin' the canvas

In Kansas, they call me Rich Rock, not for my cracks

My fingers be wearin' big blocks, bitch, you can get shot up

Traumed up drama, not enough gauze to wrap

Partner, somebody, tell 'em Ghost, keep that big armor

Four-fifths, thirty eights, broke inside these twenty-two's

Jim Starr's, leave a scar, mac-11's, do to

I roll like a Bonecrusher, touch it like Usher, I "burn"

See me in New Orleans, start puffin' on 'sherm

All my Dirty South niggas jump, cheer us on, pussy hump

Greasy ease' niggas, fuck that, like the Grammy's up

Theodore, we makin' our paper, we bout to ante up

Ya'll niggas know from Staten to Brooklyn we got the jammy tucked

Do you and your father, kill a germ now before it spread

Anywhere further, don't bother, sweet horror

Thanks to the revolver, Ramik had the leap from the heat

Like he was Frogger, bang monster King Arthur

Guns older than Bob Barker, graze comin' out the nose barrel

Trouble maybe, then we from Harvard

[Solomon Childs]

We roll, big guns, hut one, hut two

Staten Island, A.T.L., what ya'll wanna do?

[Hook]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, what up, Staten Island, stand up

That's right, New York City, stand up

Bonecrusher, Theodore Unit, A.T.L

This that shit, get your wig popped off, muthafucka