Ghostface Killah, J-Love, Theodore Unit - Return of Theodore Unit lyrics

(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it sound official
(uh) yeah yo
(it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in)

Left the buildin on start up, heavy
Niggas couldn't take the chain
It's too heavy word to mother
I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete
Now when I come through
It's "What up Ghost?"
My folks throwin confetti
My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah
Now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber Glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island
They got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist
I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic
Plush robes drag across the floor
Gun hand is sore from choppin the raw
And when the jet land smoked up
Just look right under ya
The aircraft carry back half of Colombia
Yeah, separate the rubble
Stay beatin niggas brains out with
The God broke belt buckle
Jewels, pay respect to my larynx
My bird blew niggas away like a clarinet
My hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the
Aisle with a plastic Tec haha

Uh, that's what I'm talking bout nigga
That's some real words right there
So you know
We just gon' keep this shit rolling
Theodore, they know how we do it
Straight up and down, introducing
One fourth of the squad, Wiganomics
Uh, hit 'em nigga

Yo son I smack bitches, make 'em say "Yes
Wiggatry"
Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my Glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in
You can't hold 'em
Cuz the Pips be stinky like Pepi LePew
And my style's so sick, son
They call it the flu
Influenza, top contender
Had ya girl head noddin leavin
Marks on my Swollen Member
I remember them days when the
Stat was my home now we hop state to state
Flyin in and out of zones
Had to put down the heat
Picked up the microphone
Started payin off the jewelers
And flossin in stones
Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup
Got a V for Vendetta this
Year and need to recoup
That two point five million'll
Slice a Sicillian
Next year we want the whole fuckin
Pie we makin a killin

Uh, that's right nigga
'06, bout to take us into '07
The years is ours, from here on out
Theodore, straight up and down
Word up, introducing next
You know, acknowledge the great
My muthafuckin' man J-Love

Aiyo, I come through like
A Chicago Bears linebacker
Call me Brian Urlacher
Straight up attack you
Then I backslap you, yeah
Ya niggas get flipped
Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot
Get snatched in all letters
Puerto Rican bitch fetish
Call me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist
I get respected
Like a Pride Fighter champion
Out in Japan, I was ready to smash one
It's real, son, I hold down my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared
Madison Square Garden
Is the next destination hip hop preservation?
Theodore Unit on an ill ass invasion
Kid Crooklyn style, Premo production
The greatest men walking
Fuck all them their assumptions
Yo, call me the king
The presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't duplicate this

Haha, no, next up
The man who needs no introduction
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone
Take it home

Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell
Something swell
With the money green Balley's
And the chunky gazelle's
I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga
Check out my aura
On the block, I assist quarters
But I'm really a scorer
Place your order, place your bets
I'll erase your set
Puncture your lung and inflate your chest
I keep killas on mountain tops
Plotting on housing cops
While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks
I'm counting knots
I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my people
These bars of life dope
And I supply you that diesel
I'm a needle in the haystack
Laid back in Maybach
Slay phat, cuz he spray gats
Try to escape that
Gray slacks for, all my Compton killas
Casket fillers, armed gorillas
Who bomb for skrilla
Staten Island's most wanted
The backbone of the city
The rapper killings, niggas
Get slapped silly, you feel me?