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Theodore Unit

Right Back

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[Intro: Trife Da God (Solomon Childs)]Yeah, ya`ll (uh-huh) I would like to make a little announcement (whooo)Knowwhatimsayin`? We got Theodore in the building (ya`ll get ready)Straight up and down (yeah) First up to bat (enjoy your classic)Introducing (yeah) the one and only (whooo)The magnificent (you know who it is)Trife Diesel, nigga (yeah, come on) yo[Trife Da God]Aiyo, I`m sort of like a water pipe, I`m ready to blowIn a pair of three-fourth quarter Nike`s, the color of snowListen here, sun, duel with my goons`ll run through yaFor a little bit of change and exchange for some buddhaHeat movers, and they barely speak like preschoolersAnd they hug the block all day, with them C-RulersYoung niggas, ready and willing to clack them thangsStraight out the nest, they just learned how to flap they wingsNow, all you niggas better pause for a secKnow your claws run eject, when Theodore`s on the setTrife Da God, but for now on, just call me the barberCuz my hands they go to work like Antonio TarberFuck shakin`, my word got the fiends vibratin`I ain`t playin` fair this year, niggas is violatin`I`m about to spaz out and start passin` out citationsCuz niggas left the hood for good, now they high maintenanceYou ain`t gotta know the name of my band, but this flame in my hand`llPut a quick somethin`, change through your plansSnatch you off stage, while you entertainin` the fansAnd I don`t show favoritism, do the same to your man, what[Chorus 2X: Trife Da God]These niggas frontin` on waxDon`t make me push your shit backIn the hoods, ya`ll don`t pump like thatYou`ll get your shit pushed right back[Kryme Life]You know the kid got his weight up, now I`m tippin` the scaleI gotta eat, and my appetite is large as a whaleGot little niggas talkin` big shit, knowin` they frailFuck the rest, we the most, fresh niggas and stealAnd I`m about to ring a lot of your bells, I`m at your doorstepGrippin` the iron, bullets flyin` outta them shellsYou think I`m lion, then ya`ll niggas is gazellesAnd I talkin` bout glasses, son, I`m on your assesPut a hole in the back of your neck, right where your tag isSlabs is like luggage, look how heavy my bags isThe ave, I`mma flood it, it`s my time to cash inMoney good for the gettin`, targets good for the hittin`Blaow, me and Trife in the kitchen, cuttin` the mixing styleAnd no compares, to nothing, that ain`t offici-alKryme, I got my stamp on it, got you amped on itAnd I know what`s gonna go, soon as I put my hands on itNone of ya`ll mans want it, whether we on the cornersOr performin`, battlin` with mics or straight warrin`[Outro: Solomon Childs]Whoooo... ahhh.. S. Child, Theodore UnitThe movie, you muthafucka

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