[Intro: Twiz (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!)
    [Ghostface Killah]
  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...
    [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (sung)]
  Party people, you're the reason we're here
  Cuz 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
    [Trife]
  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
    [Chorus - minus last 2 lines]
    [Twiz]
  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 verse
  See we could be peoples later, in business, Money Comes First (First)
    [Chorus]