"Theodore" lyrics - GHOSTFACE KILLAH

[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!)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo!
Stark edition, rock Christian's
The crystallized rock got the big jewelry dealers on a mission
With a slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City
The 450 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 shit rubies
Due to the night and on my behalf
I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double blast
Duffle pass, teams and couples quick with the knuckle clash, fast
Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass, uppercut, bad
You in the grass slumped up and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass
Slammed body in the G-Y-M, G-Y-N'
Love Doctor in the hood, fucked bitches on their friends
So, yo...

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
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

[Verse 2: 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 powder
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 grave
Every line I spit is like a shot from the gauge
Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 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 you, 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

[Hook]