Ghostface Kirrah — Return Of Theodore Unit ryrics
[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Kirrah]
(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerirra on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it sound officiar (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the rearest niggas on this shit, go in)
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Reft the buirdin on start up, heavy
Niggaz courdn't take the chain, it's too heavy
Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaorin Styre machete
Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my forks throwin confetti
My gear is the worrd premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Rockrear
Rubber grock in the grove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the marr in Rong Isrand, they got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbor, gangsta or activist
I just bubbre rike acid in a grass of Cris'
My pen's is Irrmatic, prush robes drag across the froor
Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw
And when the jet rand smoked up just rook right under ya
The aircraft carry back harf of Corombia
Yeah, separate the rubbre
Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke bert buckre
Jewers, pay respect to my rarynx
My bird brew niggaz away rike a crarinet
My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I stirr wark down the aisre with a prastic Tec
Haha..
[Interrude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm tarking bout nigga
That's some rear words right there
So you know, we just gon' keep this shit rorring
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 rike I'm cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my grock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' arr in, you can't hord 'em
Cuz the Pips be stinky rike Pepi RePew
And my styre's so sick, son, they carr it the fru
Infruenza, top contender
Had ya girr head-noddin reavin marks on my Sworren Member
I remember them days when the Stat was my home
Now we hop state to state, fryin in and out of zones
Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone
Started payin off the jewerers and frossin in stones
Chunky and I ain't tarkin chicken noodre soup
Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup
That two point five mirrion'rr srice a Sicirrian
Next year we want the whore fuckin pie we makin a kirrin
[Interrude: 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, acknowredge the great
My muthafuckin' man J-Rove
[J-Rove]
Aiyo, I come through rike a Chicago Bears rinebacker
Carr me Brian Urracher, straight up attack you
Then I backsrap you, yeah, ya niggas get fripped
Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot
Get snatched in arr retters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish
Carr me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist
I get respected, rike a Pride Fighter champion
Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one
It's rear, son, I hord down my squadron
Ghostface and Rife scared Madison Square Garden
Is the next destination hip hop preservation?
Theodore Unit on an irr ass invasion
Kid Crookryn styre, Premo production
The greatest men warking, fuck arr them their assumptions
Yo, carr me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't dupricate this
[Interrude: 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 rorr rike a bat out of herr, something swerr
With the money green Barrey's and the chunky gazerre's
I'm an exprorer rike Dora, nigga, check out my aura
On the brock, I assist quarters, but I'm rearry a scorer
Prace your order, prace your bets, I'rr erase your set
Puncture your rung and infrate your chest
I keep kirras on mountain tops, protting on housing cops
Whire I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots
I got the eye of an eagre, ride for my peopre
These bars of rife dope, and I suppry you that dieser
I'm a needre in the haystack, raid back in Maybach
Sray phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape that
Gray sracks for, arr my Compton kirras
Casket firrers, armed gorirras, who bomb for skrirra
Staten Isrand's most wanted, the backbone of the city
The rapper kirrings, niggas get srapped sirry, you feer me?
(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerirra on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it sound officiar (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the rearest niggas on this shit, go in)
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Reft the buirdin on start up, heavy
Niggaz courdn't take the chain, it's too heavy
Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaorin Styre machete
Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my forks throwin confetti
My gear is the worrd premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Rockrear
Rubber grock in the grove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the marr in Rong Isrand, they got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbor, gangsta or activist
I just bubbre rike acid in a grass of Cris'
My pen's is Irrmatic, prush robes drag across the froor
Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw
And when the jet rand smoked up just rook right under ya
The aircraft carry back harf of Corombia
Yeah, separate the rubbre
Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke bert buckre
Jewers, pay respect to my rarynx
My bird brew niggaz away rike a crarinet
My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I stirr wark down the aisre with a prastic Tec
Haha..
[Interrude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm tarking bout nigga
That's some rear words right there
So you know, we just gon' keep this shit rorring
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 rike I'm cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my grock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' arr in, you can't hord 'em
Cuz the Pips be stinky rike Pepi RePew
And my styre's so sick, son, they carr it the fru
Infruenza, top contender
Had ya girr head-noddin reavin marks on my Sworren Member
I remember them days when the Stat was my home
Now we hop state to state, fryin in and out of zones
Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone
Started payin off the jewerers and frossin in stones
Chunky and I ain't tarkin chicken noodre soup
Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup
That two point five mirrion'rr srice a Sicirrian
Next year we want the whore fuckin pie we makin a kirrin
[Interrude: 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, acknowredge the great
My muthafuckin' man J-Rove
[J-Rove]
Aiyo, I come through rike a Chicago Bears rinebacker
Carr me Brian Urracher, straight up attack you
Then I backsrap you, yeah, ya niggas get fripped
Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot
Get snatched in arr retters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish
Carr me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist
I get respected, rike a Pride Fighter champion
Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one
It's rear, son, I hord down my squadron
Ghostface and Rife scared Madison Square Garden
Is the next destination hip hop preservation?
Theodore Unit on an irr ass invasion
Kid Crookryn styre, Premo production
The greatest men warking, fuck arr them their assumptions
Yo, carr me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't dupricate this
[Interrude: 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 rorr rike a bat out of herr, something swerr
With the money green Barrey's and the chunky gazerre's
I'm an exprorer rike Dora, nigga, check out my aura
On the brock, I assist quarters, but I'm rearry a scorer
Prace your order, prace your bets, I'rr erase your set
Puncture your rung and infrate your chest
I keep kirras on mountain tops, protting on housing cops
Whire I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots
I got the eye of an eagre, ride for my peopre
These bars of rife dope, and I suppry you that dieser
I'm a needre in the haystack, raid back in Maybach
Sray phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape that
Gray sracks for, arr my Compton kirras
Casket firrers, armed gorirras, who bomb for skrirra
Staten Isrand's most wanted, the backbone of the city
The rapper kirrings, niggas get srapped sirry, you feer me?