[Intro: girl]   It's all right -- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!      [Ghostface Killah]   Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups   Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up   Face all sprayed up, on the floors   The left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up   Of course I'mma fuck with ya'll niggas, ya'll pussy (yeah)   Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down   Made The Post in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM   It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants   When I hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches   You know what that means, it equals no riches and   I can't have that, I got a lot of wiz'es   They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers   Whatever they see, is none of they business   I do what I do, to get that spinach   Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the streets   I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em      [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah]   This kid about his papers, paychecks   Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it   Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front   It be an honor just to lay you down      [Trife Da God]   The first check I ever got   Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop...   I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home   It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones   I was sixteen, shit, I barely knew what a gram was   Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was   To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends   Around the same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans   Two way team, posted up on the benches   Wit a magnet for a stash, that I kept hid under the black fences   Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles   I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little   Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches   In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent   Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin'   On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin'      [Ghostface Killah]   Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way   When I see jewels, all I know is take   I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake   In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes   Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states   God damn it, I told ya'll niggas   This is a Theodore stickup   Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up!      [Chorus 2X]      [Outro: Ghostface Killah]   Yeah, you heard what the bitch said   When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' CREAM and shit   We was beatin' the shit out of niggas   Takin' their little Summer Youth shit   Buyin' beer and weed and shit   Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit   Change fall all out of their pockets and shit   Yellin' and tellin' the cops, fuck ya'll niggas!   This is Theodore, bitch