Theodore Lyrics - Bulletproof Wallets - Ghostface Killah

Generals on deck, what's up, son? 

(yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!) 

Salut this (library shit) 

(rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is) 

They understand and support us 

(I ain't goin' out) theodore (uh-huh!) 

Eh-yo! 

Stark edition, rock christian's 

The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission 

Slick taste of lace, I done smacked new york city 

The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me 

Balled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury duty 

Judge judy, big groupie bitch blew me, beigen rush cuffies 

Blast the last uzi, ship me to africa, right? I share rubies 

Due to the night up on my behalf 

I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash 

Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fast 

Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass 

Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass 

Slammed body in the g-y-m, g-y-n' 

Love doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends 

So, yo... 

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Party people, you're the reason we're here 

'cause we love the game and our music is projects 

So, so, yo, hello! makin' sure y'all still there 

On stage here tonight be the almighty theodore click 

Yeah! yeah... yo! 

I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of europe 

Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup 

Whatever y'all put up, I double that 

Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at 

Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys 

I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side 

Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip 

Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and power 

Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow 

Got remote control cars and they're not made by tyco 

This the theodore, drunk off smirnoff 

Bit ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for 

From the block to the stage 

I represent for those, locked in the cage 

'til I'm dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gauge 

Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly 

Photos 

Who you wit? 

See? see? yo! 

I'm a don, dead form, look upon ezekials 

To the generals in my click, there'll be no sequels 

Them hot ones'll crease, the vultures'll feast you 

The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you 

Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' 

Late night game, damn, forgot I got a warrant 

Got in, laid down, then start snorin' 

P-o kickin' ya door in, 4 in the mornin' 

You blockin' my lane-lane like john stockton 

With the uttermost disrespect just like, bernard hopkins 

Simply, it's pc within the 

See we could be peoples later, in business, money comes first (first)