| Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish |
| Jaws is Cris', valor stopped at the wrist |
| Watches involved, talk to me Trick Daddy |
| I liked the way you tilt ya hat up in that Caddy |
| Son, can’t believe you the most slept on Took a break since the Cuban, niggas lookin’like you just repped wrong |
| You done slipped down a bid, got caught with the hammer |
| Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers |
| For real, you a live nigga, rock the five in ya slippers |
| like them other five guys in ya picture |
| Come on, watch, I’m the star of the show, so blow dem |
| Mothafucka, you ain’t blew in three years |
| Son of a bitch, that’s why I rock the big shit |
| Don’t forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit |
| I will crush you to pieces, stop ya heart from tickin' |
| And you mad cuz you a older clock, couple rocks missin' |
| And my writin', the band, you can say it’s ice flight-nin' |
| You don’t like him, do you? You wanna fight him |
| In fact, I should’ve put you back, relaxed on the stones |
| And copped ya two-thousand leather shit, snow cones |
| A bowl of milk almost killed you, ah, you almost drowned in pops |
| I brought another box, I’ma keep it real with you |
| And I’ma murder you if ya bitch-ass get on my nerves again |
| Yo, Ghost, you’se a funny nigga |
| Turn on the radio, all you hear is X and Jigga |
| Haha, you vexed, nigga? |
| No airplay (bet my gat spray) Yeah, that’s hearsay |
| You spray hairspray and up North, nigga, you ain’t gettin’jailplay |
| (How you know?) Yo, it’s obvious, Clan’s day |
| Hold on, let me park my shit, let me find out this nigga barkin’and shit |
| I’m a Don of this shit, and you know that shit I wrote with Golden Arms is a hit |
| My Wallos show off, go off like an alarm in the six |
| Drank the yellow and I’m still poppin' |
| My movie life in the hood is like an ill doctrine |
| Beat trial with illegal edge, fuck Cochrane |
| And if it’s on I might blow you if I’m boxed in. |
| Yo, yo, yo, what you doin', man? |
| Yo, man, chill out, man |
| (Don't even worry) |
| I’m just fuckin’with you, man |
| Why you. (OK) Come on, son |
| We can’t. don’t regard us like that, son |
| Come on (I'll destroy you) |
| Come on, man (You pop too much shit) |
| Come on, man, I’m just tellin’you time |
| (I ain’t a-like that, you know who brought you) |
| Nigga, I’m just fuckin’with you |
| (Bye!) |
| Tony for mayor. |
| Yo, let me tell y’all mothafuckas somethin' |
| (Shoot one of those niggas, Lord) |
| We could battle for belts, ice (Type shit) |
| Whatever the fuck you want to do Let me tell y’all somethin' |
| This the Theodore Unit, mothafucka |
| We takin’the bait of this shit |
| That’s word to my momma, man |
| (Staten Island, nigga, what, nigga?) |
| Coke, spoon throwers (Get ya money right) |
| (Gotta know how real do this) |
| Slew-footed mothafuckas, I pop all y’all niggas |
| Y’all niggas is fucked, straight up We back in here now, mothafuckas |
| It’s the fuckin’Unit, you heard |
| That’s the Theodore Unit |
| Y’all mothafuckas better recognize |
| Aight? That’s my word |
| (Yeah, nigga, yeah) |