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- Theodore Unit - Who Are We Lyrics
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- [Intro: Ghostface Killah (Bonecrusher) {Trife Da God}]
- Staten Island stand up, New York City stand up
- Ya'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 one
- But Trife Diesel, Toney Starks, go together, like Bacardi and Rum
- See this burner on my waist, to refurnish your face
- The lead from the barrel, leave mouths with a permanent taste
- And have these faggot niggaz, squirmin' to Jake, they so frail
- Cuz like Ernest, just wanna see me Goin' To Jail
- But your boy'll make bail, get out and set sail
- And hit, every drug spot in the hood, and collect mail
- It's Trife, the barbarian, quick to put your dog to sleep like vetenarians
- Have him layin' up somewhere in the perspitarium
- Doctors pumpin' air in 'em
- They got his whole floatin', like he was high off of helium
- My block is like the Gaza Strip, opposite of Metropolis
- We hungry like some hostages, biggas get shot and die for this
- While you sittin', write about stories, that just do not exist
- Your lies is fabricated, and you? Don't make no kind of sense
- [Chorus: Bonecrusher (Solomon Childs) {Ghostface Killah}]
- Parker Bear, for sure we some killas
- Wide Street, the thriller in Manilla
- We runnin', nowhere, so nigga, don't go there
- Get stuck to sleep, nigga, fuckin' with me
- Who are we? (718) Some bonifide killas
- Who are we? (414) Some street wide killas
- Who are we? {Theodore} Some bonifide killas
- We run, nowhere, so nigga, don't go there
- [Ghostface Killah]
- I'm gonna show ya'll niggaz how we gettin' down
- And how we flip your town, The Terminator
- Got you dudes, look who snitchin' now
- Fe-fi-fo-fam it, it's Tony Montana
- My hammer be tippin' the scale, have you hittin' the canvas
- In Kansas, they call me Rich Rock, not for my cracks
- My fingers be wearin' big blocks, bitch, you can get shot up
- Traumed up drama, not enough gores to rep
- Partner, somebody, tell 'em Ghost, keep that big armor
- Four-fifths, thirty eights, broke inside these twenty-two's
- Jim Starr's, leave a scar, mac-11's, do to
- I roll like a Bonecrusher, touch it like Usher, I "burn"
- See me in New Orleans, start puffin' on 'sherm
- All my Dirty South niggaz jump, cheer us on, pussy hump
- Greasy ease' niggaz, fuck that, like the Grammy's up
- Theodore, we makin' our paper, we bout to ante up
- Ya'll niggaz know from Staten to Brooklyn we got the jammy tucked
- Do you and your father, kill a germ now before it spread
- Anywhere further, don't bother, sweet horror
- Thanks to the revolver, Ramik had the leap from the heat
- Like he was Frogger, bang monster King Arthur
- Guns older than Bob Barker, graze comin' out the nose barrel
- Trouble maybe, then we from Harvard
- [Solomon Childs]
- We roll, big guns, hut one, hut two
- Staten Island, A.T.L., what ya'll wanna do?
- [Chorus]
- [Outro: Ghostface Killah]
- Yeah, what up, Staten Island, stand up
- That's right, New York City, stand up
- Bonecrusher, Theodore Unit, A.T.L
- This that shit, get your wig popped off, muthafucka
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