Текст песни Theodore Unit f Bonecrusher - Who Are We
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Bonecrusher) {Trife Da God}]Staten Island stand up, New York City stand upYa`ll about to witness something ya`ll never heard before(Yeah) {Theodore, nigga} Let`s go, fucka (Bonecrusher)Know what I mean (the south and the north) Bang this in your trucks{Ant Acid, what up?} (Ghostface, Trife) {yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}(Theodore, let`s go) Aiyo, aiyo[Trife Da God]I`m not a gangsta, I`m an army of oneBut Trife Diesel, Toney Starks, go together, like Bacardi and RumSee this burner on my waist, to refurnish your faceThe lead from the barrel, leave mouths with a permanent tasteAnd have these faggot niggaz, squirmin` to Jake, they so frailCuz like Ernest, just wanna see me Goin` To JailBut your boy`ll make bail, get out and set sailAnd hit, every drug spot in the hood, and collect mailIt`s Trife, the barbarian, quick to put your dog to sleep like vetenariansHave him layin` up somewhere in the perspitariumDoctors pumpin` air in `emThey got his whole floatin`, like he was high off of heliumMy block is like the Gaza Strip, opposite of MetropolisWe hungry like some hostages, biggas get shot and die for thisWhile you sittin`, write about stories, that just do not existYour lies is fabricated, and you? Don`t make no kind of sense[Chorus: Bonecrusher (Solomon Childs) {Ghostface Killah}]Parker Bear, for sure we some killasWide Street, the thriller in ManillaWe runnin`, nowhere, so nigga, don`t go thereGet stuck to sleep, nigga, fuckin` with meWho are we? (718) Some bonifide killasWho are we? (414) Some street wide killasWho are we? {Theodore} Some bonifide killasWe run, nowhere, so nigga, don`t go there[Ghostface Killah]I`m gonna show ya`ll niggaz how we gettin` downAnd how we flip your town, The TerminatorGot you dudes, look who snitchin` nowFe-fi-fo-fam it, it`s Tony MontanaMy hammer be tippin` the scale, have you hittin` the canvasIn Kansas, they call me Rich Rock, not for my cracksMy fingers be wearin` big blocks, bitch, you can get shot upTraumed up drama, not enough gores to repPartner, somebody, tell `em Ghost, keep that big armorFour-fifths, thirty eights, broke inside these twenty-two`sJim Starr`s, leave a scar, mac-11`s, do toI roll like a Bonecrusher, touch it like Usher, I "burn"See me in New Orleans, start puffin` on `shermAll my Dirty South niggaz jump, cheer us on, pussy humpGreasy ease` niggaz, fuck that, like the Grammy`s upTheodore, we makin` our paper, we bout to ante upYa`ll niggaz know from Staten to Brooklyn we got the jammy tuckedDo you and your father, kill a germ now before it spreadAnywhere further, don`t bother, sweet horrorThanks to the revolver, Ramik had the leap from the heatLike he was Frogger, bang monster King ArthurGuns older than Bob Barker, graze comin` out the nose barrelTrouble maybe, then we from Harvard[Solomon Childs]We roll, big guns, hut one, hut twoStaten Island, A.T.L., what ya`ll wanna do?[Chorus][Outro: Ghostface Killah]Yeah, what up, Staten Island, stand upThat`s right, New York City, stand upBonecrusher, Theodore Unit, A.T.LThis that shit, get your wig popped off, muthafucka