[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?
I said a banana Nutrament, man
Y'all heard what the fuck I said, I gave you the...
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man!
Y'all motherfuckers always fuckin' around and forgettin' somethin' and shit
Smart dumb n***as and shit, runnin' around here and shit
Y'all n***as need to wisen up, man, yo
Get off that special ed shit, man

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the Sazón, it's on
There goes son, tap out the hash bone
Half moon, he rock three fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks, his mouth was his spotlight
His gold tooth was a half a hill
That's a six digit split behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him
We gon', we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth is red, socks is bloody, fuck all the talkin'
Safety off and shit, crept up, "What up money? Freeze!
Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the pi-dound
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'
I keep Big Shirley on my side, so what's happenin'?"
Try eatin' these shells, they non-fattening
After you digest that, I'ma stomp you bastards
So take that – blaow, blaow!
"Ghost, he still breathing!" – Blaow, blaow!
Anything after that, it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Even them nosey ass pigs'll get splattered
It's the T-H-E-O-D-O-R-E
Send me to Iraq, I come back with don heat
Teeth, less than a week, they'll be callin' me
Chief of Defense, 'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife]
Yo, what up?
Meet– these– O.G.'s
Co-D's in baller shit, long biscuits
Fuck around, take all your shit
Call your bluff
Y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth
And just, roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around and be a statistic

[Verse 2: Trife Diesel]
Yo, yo, n***as ask why I use my Glock
'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to box
I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, or I'ma have to lose your top
I'm from a place where junkheads and zombies dwell
And n***as keep the heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells
Don't ever talk to a n***a like I'm one of your kids
'Cause I'll cock back the MAC and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs
I'ma run in your crib, pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
My n***a, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live
'Cause me without a gun is like Queens without the bridge
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
Lamp in villas, and still get heard with no spins
This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home, back blown
It's Theodore, n***a, fuck your wack stones
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife]
Yo, what up?
Meet– these– O.G.'s
Co-D's in baller shit, long biscuits
Fuck around, take all your shit
Call your bluff
Y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth
And just, roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around and be a statistic

Yo, what up?
Meet– these– O.G.'s
Co-D's in baller shit, long biscuits
Fuck around, take all your shit
Call your bluff
Y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth
And just, roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around and be a statistic

[Outro: Ghostface Killah, over the Chorus]
That's right, it's real!
It's that motherfuckin' Theodore shit! Nahmean
Staten Island, live shit, y'all, straight up and down
Nothin' but that cutthroat shit
Blowin' n***as back home, you nahmean?
I don't give a fuck
We could take it there – whatever!
Hits? We got 'em, n***a!
Yeah, now I'ma strangle the game!
No doubt, it's real right now, motherfucker
Y'all n***as done done it – fuck y'all doin'
(I'ma get the fuck outta this fuckin' booth...)