World premiere, world premiere      What these clown niggaz hollerin'?   What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore   Put the ball down, we can't score?   They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads   You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch      Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck   Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now   See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown   Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds      My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy   Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies   Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see   Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?      See, y'all should've listened to her   She knew her son had a big mouth   An' someday, death would occur   Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her seeds   Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave      Uh, oh, word up, this still   What you talkin' 'bout, baby?   Real kids spit that shit      Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah      Me an' Starks clear projects parks   With our '93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks   Niggaz think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me   An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky      I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky   I remember faces easy as I tie my laces   Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces   I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey   My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey      I got heavy chrome, niggaz don't care if you live or die   They happier than Marbury home   Y'all niggaz better kill me, my street niggaz, feel me   Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet   The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet      This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore   It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like      Uh, oh, word up, this still   What you talkin' 'bout, baby?   Real kids spit that shit      Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface   I don't sell millions but I get millions   From the fiends that smoke base   Somebody leavin' out with a poked face   Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out   I can swear I won't get you no case      I'ma make it look like you smoke base   An' we don't leave no trace   These rap niggaz swear that they so safe   I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate   My guns be in my hand, one in my palm   An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face      With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer   Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit   Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip   Tell them rap niggaz to suck my dick      Fuck the industry of [Incomprehensible]   Shut down the store, bust my shit   I got some hustlin' ass niggaz that'll pump my bricks   An' some dust head niggaz that'll dump my clips, what?      Uh, oh, word up, this still   What you talkin' 'bout, baby?   Real kids spit that shit