Ghostface Killah Return Of Theodore Unit Lyrics

Return Of Theodore Unit Lyrics

[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?