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- Theodore Unit - Right Back Lyrics
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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 blow
- In a pair of three-fourth quarter Nike's, the color of snow
- Listen here, sun, duel with my goons'll run through ya
- For a little bit of change and exchange for some buddha
- Heat movers, and they barely speak like preschoolers
- And they hug the block all day, with them C-Rulers
- Young niggas, ready and willing to clack them thangs
- Straight out the nest, they just learned how to flap they wings
- Now, all you niggas better pause for a sec
- Know your claws run eject, when Theodore's on the set
- Trife Da God, but for now on, just call me the barber
- Cuz my hands they go to work like Antonio Tarber
- Fuck 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 citations
- Cuz niggas left the hood for good, now they high maintenance
- You ain't gotta know the name of my band, but this flame in my hand'll
- Put a quick somethin', change through your plans
- Snatch you off stage, while you entertainin' the fans
- And I don't show favoritism, do the same to your man, what
- [Chorus 2X: Trife Da God]
- These niggas frontin' on wax
- Don't make me push your shit back
- In the hoods, ya'll don't pump like that
- You'll get your shit pushed right back
- [Kryme Life]
- You know the kid got his weight up, now I'm tippin' the scale
- I gotta eat, and my appetite is large as a whale
- Got little niggas talkin' big shit, knowin' they frail
- Fuck the rest, we the most, fresh niggas and steal
- And I'm about to ring a lot of your bells, I'm at your doorstep
- Grippin' the iron, bullets flyin' outta them shells
- You think I'm lion, then ya'll niggas is gazelles
- And I talkin' bout glasses, son, I'm on your asses
- Put a hole in the back of your neck, right where your tag is
- Slabs is like luggage, look how heavy my bags is
- The ave, I'mma flood it, it's my time to cash in
- Money good for the gettin', targets good for the hittin'
- Blaow, me and Trife in the kitchen, cuttin' the mixing style
- And no compares, to nothing, that ain't offici-al
- Kryme, I got my stamp on it, got you amped on it
- And I know what's gonna go, soon as I put my hands on it
- None of ya'll mans want it, whether we on the corners
- Or performin', battlin' with mics or straight warrin'
- [Outro: Solomon Childs]
- Whoooo... ahhh.. S. Child, Theodore Unit
- The movie, you muthafucka
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