[Intro]
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere

[Verse 1: Ghostface]
What these clown n***as 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 wack 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, n***a? 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, sonsee
Didn't mommy tell y'all n***as to wear clean undies?
See y'all should have listened to her
She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would occur
Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds
Pastor Freddy ain't fuckin' around, they knocked him with weed

[Chorus: Ghostface]
Uh-oh (Word up)
It's them (What you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah
Me and Starks clear projects parks
With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks
N***as think I'm lucky, bitches wanna fuck me
And 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, n***as don't care if you live or die
They happier that Marbury home
Ya'll n***as better kill me, my street n***as feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
The hard shit you kickin' bout as R&B as Tweet
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore
The sunroof open with the four-four, n***as like..

[Chorus: Ghostface]
Uh-oh (Word up)
It's them (What you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Yeah
N***a this is Ghost with Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends who smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, you burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case
I'ma make him look like he smoke base
We don't leave no trace
These rap n***as swear that they so safe
I don't wanna talk to you holmes, I don't communicate
My guns be in my hand more than my phone
And I could dial your number, knock the smile off your face
With the H.K. 9, out the all-black hummer
Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip
Tell them rap n***as to suck my dick, fuck the industry
If shit shut down, they'll still bust my shit
I got some hustlin' ass n***as that'll pump my bricks
And some dust head n***as that'll dump my clips, what?
[Chorus: Ghostface]
Uh-oh (Word up)
It's them (What you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit