Ghostface Killah, Trife da God, Solomon Childs, Shawn Wigs - Late Night Arrival lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Trife da God, Solomon Childs, Shawn Wigs - Late Night Arrival lyrics]
Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory
Street philosophy step foot on our block
There's no way possibly
Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me
Talk out your mouth
You better speak properly
Aiyo, first of all
You ain't even worth the brawl
And my fifth, call it the gift
When I curse you all
See I'm a soldier, look at my ranks
On the block, we got that water bubblin'
Like we cookin' up franks
This is Trife Diesel
Get familiar with the name
I'm here to stay for a while
So instil it in your brain
My guerrillas'll bang
We are the Planet of the Apes
Clips as long as bananas
Throw them hammers in your face
From the land of the pushers
Hustlers and handlers
With military, heavyweight standers
Cameras on the cannons
Move amongst hoes and gamblers
Empties on my project balconies (yeah)
My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me
(word)
I'm royalty, motherfucker gon' bow to me
20-04, vampires that'll rip off your neck
And eat your garlic, murder
From New York to Charlotte
It'll beat a nigga down like Sonny Carlton
When he ran through a gauntlet
Yo my plate never hold pork
I sink deep into minds where you can't talk
Cough it up, bitch, I shine like Chinaware
Shine like the box in the
Live ball player amped
Fuck Mike Jordan, it's P Tone in the air
Pullin' over NARC's with mad coke
Stashed in the spare
Guns and all that, the NARC's said
"Why you so dipped in all black?"
Said, I'm comin' from a funeral
Y'all boys can fall back
It's Wiganomics
I drop like a brick in the third
And y'all fruit cake niggas
Think my style's absurd
Only the birds I blow back
Staten Island super gat talk is pork
I get that money then stupid stack
Theodore, we state of the art
You wanna keep that chain around your neck
You best play your part
'Cause ain't a damn thing sweet
Like the Wonka Factory this the Enterprise
Theodore shit, you no match for me
Street philosophy step foot on our block
There's no way possibly
Guns too big for you, to ever try stoppin' me
Talk out your mouth
You better speak properly
Aiyo, first of all
You ain't even worth the brawl
And my fifth, call it the gift
When I curse you all
See I'm a soldier, look at my ranks
On the block, we got that water bubblin'
Like we cookin' up franks
This is Trife Diesel
Get familiar with the name
I'm here to stay for a while
So instil it in your brain
My guerrillas'll bang
We are the Planet of the Apes
Clips as long as bananas
Throw them hammers in your face
From the land of the pushers
Hustlers and handlers
With military, heavyweight standers
Cameras on the cannons
Move amongst hoes and gamblers
Empties on my project balconies (yeah)
My guns vow for me, my bitch count for me
(word)
I'm royalty, motherfucker gon' bow to me
20-04, vampires that'll rip off your neck
And eat your garlic, murder
From New York to Charlotte
It'll beat a nigga down like Sonny Carlton
When he ran through a gauntlet
Yo my plate never hold pork
I sink deep into minds where you can't talk
Cough it up, bitch, I shine like Chinaware
Shine like the box in the
Live ball player amped
Fuck Mike Jordan, it's P Tone in the air
Pullin' over NARC's with mad coke
Stashed in the spare
Guns and all that, the NARC's said
"Why you so dipped in all black?"
Said, I'm comin' from a funeral
Y'all boys can fall back
It's Wiganomics
I drop like a brick in the third
And y'all fruit cake niggas
Think my style's absurd
Only the birds I blow back
Staten Island super gat talk is pork
I get that money then stupid stack
Theodore, we state of the art
You wanna keep that chain around your neck
You best play your part
'Cause ain't a damn thing sweet
Like the Wonka Factory this the Enterprise
Theodore shit, you no match for me