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Ghostface Killah Bulletproof Wallets Theodore (feat. Trife, Twiz) [Intro: Twiz (Ghostface Killah)] Generals on deck, what's up, son? (Yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!) Salut this (Library shit) (Rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is) They understand and support us (I ain't goin' out) Theodore (Uh-huh!) [Ghostface Killah] Eh-yo! Stark edition, rock Christian's The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me Balled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury duty Judge Judy, big groupie bitch blew me, Beigen rush Cuffies Blast the last uzi, ship me to Africa, right? I share rubies Due to the night up on my behalf I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fast Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass Slammed body in the G-Y-M, G-Y-N' Love Doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends So, yo... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (sung)] Party people, you're the reason we're here Cuz we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello! Makin' sure y'all still there On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore Click [Trife] Yeah! Yeah... yo! I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of Europe Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup Whatever y'all put up, I double that Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and power Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco This the Theodore, drunk off Smirnoff Bit ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for From the block to the stage I represent for those, locked in the cage 'Til I'm dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gauge Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly [Chorus - minus last 2 lines] [Twiz] Who you wit? See? See? Yo! I'm a Don, dead form, look upon Ezekials To the generals in my click, there'll be no sequels Them hot ones'll crease, the vultures'll feast you The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' Late night game, damn, forgot I got a warrant Got in, laid down, then start snorin' P-O kickin' ya door in, 4 in the mornin' You blockin' my lane-lane like John Stockton With the uttermost disrespect just like, Bernard Hopkins Simply, it's PC within the verse See we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (First) [Chorus] |
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