[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   'cause 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]