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Left the buildin on start up, heavy
I left the place with a powerful energy

Niggaz couldn't take the chain, it's too heavy
The chain was so heavy that people couldn't take it from me

Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete
I was using a sharp weapon in the style of Shaolin martial arts

Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti
When I arrive, people are excited to see me and throw confetti

My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
I wear the best clothing and have had sexual relations with a famous actress

Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
I keep a non-lethal gun in my car and am driving a Mercedes-Benz convertible

Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there
I went shopping in Long Island where there are attractive women

I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist
I don't identify as a sex symbol, gangster, or activist

I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris'
I have a lot of energy and charisma, like carbonation in champagne

My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the floor
My writing is of the highest quality, and I wear luxurious robes

Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw
My hand is tired from cutting up drugs

And when the jet land smoked up just look right under ya
When my private plane lands, there may be drugs on the ground

The aircraft carry back half of Colombia
The plane is smuggling drugs from Colombia

Yeah, separate the rubble
Remove the debris from the area

Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke belt buckle
I use my belt buckle as a weapon to beat people severely

Jewels, pay respect to my larynx
My jewelry is a sign of respect for my voice

My bird blew niggaz away like a clarinet
My gun killed people easily

My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
The women I have relationships with are glad I'm not married

And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
I carry a fake gun when I walk down the aisle

Yo son I smack bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"
I hit women and they submit to me

Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory
I produce a lot of smoke

Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
My gun is hidden near my genitals

It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
My group is all-in with our money, and no one can take it from us

'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew
My partners have a bad smell like the cartoon character Pepi LePew

And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu
My fashion sense is excellent and people admire it

Influenza, top contender
I am a top contender, like the flu virus

Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member
My sexual performance made a woman nod her head and left marks on my genitals

I remember them days when the Stat was my home
I remember when Staten Island was my home

Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of zones
Now we travel between states and countries frequently

Had to put down the heat, picked up the microphone
I stopped engaging in criminal activities and started rapping

Started payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones
I started paying for expensive jewelry and showing it off

Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup
I am wearing heavy jewelry, not discussing soup

Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup
I made a big investment this year and need to make more money to cover it

That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian
I will make a lot of money, enough to pay off a large debt

Next year we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a killin
Next year, we want to make even more money and be very successful

Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you
I attack like a football player named Brian Urlacher

Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped
I will slap you and turn the situation around

Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot
I have never been a weak or foolish person

Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican bitch fetish
I am a dominant figure who attracts women

Call me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist
I am known as a dominant figure in both the streets and music

I get respected, like a Pride Fighter champion
I am highly respected, like a champion fighter

Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one
When I was in Japan, I was ready to fight someone

Is the next destination hip hop preservation?
Will we preserve hip hop music?

Theodore Unit on an ill ass invasion
My group is invading and taking over

Kid Crooklyn style, Premo production
My style is unique like a kid from Brooklyn, and produced by DJ Premier

The greatest men walking, fuck all them their assumptions
We are the best, and don't care about what others think

Yo, call me the king, the presence of greatness
I am a king and have a great presence

Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this
People try to copy me, but they can't do it successfully

Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, something swell
I move quickly and impressively

With the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's
I wear expensive shoes and glasses

I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, check out my aura
I am adventurous and have a powerful energy

On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a scorer
I help others sell drugs, but am also a successful dealer myself

Place your order, place your bets, I'll erase your set
I will sell you drugs and eliminate my competition

Puncture your lung and inflate your chest
I will stab you and make you puff up your chest

I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops
I use dangerous people to guard my drug operation and plan to evade the police

While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots
I am preparing drugs for sale and counting my profits

I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my people
I have excellent vision and protect those close to me

These bars of life dope, and I supply you that diesel
My lyrics are amazing and I provide them with power

I'm a needle in the haystack, laid back in Maybach
I am hard to find and am relaxed in my expensive car

Slay phat, 'cause he spray gats, try to escape that
I will kill someone who shoots a gun at me and tries to run away

Gray slacks for, all my Compton killas
I dress my dangerous associates in gray pants

Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who bomb for skrilla
My associates are killers who will do anything for money

Staten Island's most wanted, the backbone of the city
I am a wanted criminal from Staten Island and am important to the city's drug economy

The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you feel me?
I am responsible for killing other rappers and will physically harm anyone who disrespects me