The X-Ecutioners, Trife Diesel, Ghostface Killah, Black Thought - Live From the P.J.'s lyrics

One two, one two, one two, one two
So you wanna start up
What we gonna tear shit up?
I said let the turntables talk
For me at first
And then I should finish the rest

Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini
(say what)
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini
(say what)
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini
(say what) deeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what's poppin' and shit
Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit
Trife Diesel on the side
Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo
Son blind these niggas throw bleachin'

Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out
In Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's
Call Ghost, special invited host
Bring through the seeds
Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone!
Hurry up, get your ass in the truck
It's time to leave

Hold on, I gotta polish my ring
Throw on my Clarks
And you know, I can't iron
Man garments, without the stars, just
Double park, give me ten minutes or less
I overslept, my bitch left
And my crib is a mess

Scratches and talk
"If you not down, you not an MC or a DJ
Off the stage"

It's the Theodore event
So they blocked off the streets
And we came here to chill
But the cops wanna beef
Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court
Playin' horse
All the young bucks, rocking new gear
Try'nna floss

Say no more, let's motivate Trife
Throw on your poker face
Spin around the block one time
So we can scope the place
Yeah, it's lookin' lavish
And the scene looks wonderful
Pockets full of trees
And my shit look colorful

We got the X-Men spinnin'
On the one's and two's
No drugs, no violence
Leave home the guns and tools
And the grill's just cookin'
Up chicken and steak
And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo
He lickin' the plate

Ladies and gentlemen
We got Black Thought in the house tonight
Yo, he just came from off tour, and
I think he wanna spit something, yo!

Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire
Peelin' your face off sprayin' up the party
From the ceiling with napalm
Shots follow the target
I ain't gon chase ya'll
Swinging aluminum bats
That's not for baseball
It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh
I'm like a, natural born hustler
Gotta get that cash
The way a natural born, freak
Gotta shake that ass
And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast
A million crabs in a barrel
Try'nna make they splash break away fast
Nice brother's finish in last
It don't, matter the speakers
Or the hammers can blast to handle your ass
Front and I'mma take your stash
And twist it, and bake the whole
Projects biscuit's
This kid is a trendsetter
Ya'll just misfit's
Black Thought, I've been better
Ya'll just forgettin' shit
Now it's a life or death predicament
I step in with a vendetta
Then start spittin' shit
Then spit game's just ridiculous
Ya'll muthafuckas insignificant
I'm three fifty seven, magnificent
Stay playin', where them bad bitches is
You feelin' me man? You know they finna'
Lift the semi automatic ban
They finna have 'em in the
Ghetto, goin' at it, man
They bring it to your block
Have it like Pakistan
Philly boys bringin' noise
Makin' wild static, then
Them trick cops even jump out vans
And leave you sprayed out
Stiffer than a mannequin's stance
You get, laid out
Clapped with mechanical hands
That kick back, cuz
You and your mans'll get zapped just keep
Thinkin' my peoples are people to toy with
I cold blooded kill shit
And keep on doin' it cuz that's my pleasure
That's the people's enjoyment
Gangsta's holla at me
If you seekin' employment