[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah]   (Uh what you got here, is your approach)   Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em   KnowImean? Just to make it sound official (uh)   Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in)      [Ghostface Killah]   Left the buildin on start up, heavy   Niggaz couldn't take the chain, it's too heavy   Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete   Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti   My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear   Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah   Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there   I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist   I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris'   My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the floor   Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw   And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya   The aircraft carry back half of Colombia   Yeah, separate the rubble   Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke belt buckle   Jewels, pay respect to my larynx   My bird blew niggaz away like a clarinet   My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet   And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec   Haha..      [Interlude: Trife Da God]   Uh, that's what I'm talking bout nigga   That's some real words right there   So you know, we just gon' keep this shit rolling   Theodore, they know how we do it   Straight up and down, introducing   One fourth of the squad, Wiganomics   Uh, hit 'em nigga      [Shawn Wigs]   Yo son I smack bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"   Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory   Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum   It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em   Cuz the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew   And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu   Influenza, top contender   Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member   I remember them days when the Stat was my home   Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of zones   Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone   Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones   Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup   Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup   That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian   Next year we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a killin      [Interlude: Trife Da God]   Uh, that's right nigga   '06, bout to take us into '07   The years is ours, from here on out   Theodore, straight up and down   Word up, introducing next   You know, acknowledge the great   My muthafuckin' man J-Love      [J-Love]   Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker   Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you   Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped   Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot   Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish   Call me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist   I get respected, like a Pride Fighter champion   Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one   It's real, son, I hold down my squadron   Ghostface and Life scared Madison Square Garden   Is the next destination hip hop preservation?   Theodore Unit on an ill ass invasion   Kid Crooklyn style, Premo production   The greatest men walking, fuck all them their assumptions   Yo, call me the king, the presence of greatness   Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this      [Interlude: Trife Da God]   Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction   Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home      [Trife Da God]   Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, something swell   With the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's   I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, check out my aura   On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a scorer   Place your order, place your bets, I'll erase your set   Puncture your lung and inflate your chest   I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops   While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots   I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my people   These bars of life dope, and I supply you that diesel   I'm a needle in the haystack, laid back in Maybach   Slay phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape that   Gray slacks for, all my Compton killas   Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who bomb for skrilla   Staten Island's most wanted, the backbone of the city   The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you feel me?