Theodore Unit, Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel - '88 Freestyle lyrics
[Theodore Unit, Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel - '88 Freestyle lyrics]
In control and effect
So what the heck, rock the discotheque
Bring all the hammers and the buchanans
My click ran in and after
The blazin' is done, we still standin'
Spot Raider Rich Gannon
I play the bench standin'
Front of them snitch cameras
Blow up your bitch Hannon
Give her a quick chance to kiss glands
In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin'
Just dance
Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist
And burnt her quick
And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in
Ghostface is local
Slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle
Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you
Respect my muscle
Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle
I'll cut you and that goes for any nigga who
Think that they better than me
Punch 'em in his face, fuck him up mentally
Real robe and pop my throne
Pop a cop if he show signs
Of any kinda stop my flow
This is real live lyricist, never a witness
See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist
The dude is, the Ruger is super steel
Fall back, take a look at my face, for real
My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills
When his brain hit the windshields
Brake ills
Burn it, aw, burn it
And you know, got to have them set it
Burn it, aw, burn it
What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha
Yo, I'm dope like syringe with dope in it
And you a dummy like crack
Bags with soap in it
See, well I'mma got a scope with it
Drama don't approach with it
Blow you off the coast
Now your momma got a coat with it
Young nigga
Smokin' marijuana with the coke in it
Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it
Easy, duke, man I need this loot
Look at my face
All hairy like some kiwi fruit
Dead serious, showin' no teeth
Holdin' my heat
Put his eyes in the back of his head
He goin' to sleep
For fuckin' with a top boss
Niggas get knocked off
I always drop shit for the
Street like a cop's horse
Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off
And I spit fire
My tongue's dipped in hot sauce
It'll burn you, toss and turn you
Have you bleedin' internal
Get popped like kernels
So what the heck, rock the discotheque
Bring all the hammers and the buchanans
My click ran in and after
The blazin' is done, we still standin'
Spot Raider Rich Gannon
I play the bench standin'
Front of them snitch cameras
Blow up your bitch Hannon
Give her a quick chance to kiss glands
In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin'
Just dance
Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist
And burnt her quick
And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in
Ghostface is local
Slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle
Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you
Respect my muscle
Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle
I'll cut you and that goes for any nigga who
Think that they better than me
Punch 'em in his face, fuck him up mentally
Real robe and pop my throne
Pop a cop if he show signs
Of any kinda stop my flow
This is real live lyricist, never a witness
See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist
The dude is, the Ruger is super steel
Fall back, take a look at my face, for real
My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills
When his brain hit the windshields
Brake ills
Burn it, aw, burn it
And you know, got to have them set it
Burn it, aw, burn it
What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha
Yo, I'm dope like syringe with dope in it
And you a dummy like crack
Bags with soap in it
See, well I'mma got a scope with it
Drama don't approach with it
Blow you off the coast
Now your momma got a coat with it
Young nigga
Smokin' marijuana with the coke in it
Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it
Easy, duke, man I need this loot
Look at my face
All hairy like some kiwi fruit
Dead serious, showin' no teeth
Holdin' my heat
Put his eyes in the back of his head
He goin' to sleep
For fuckin' with a top boss
Niggas get knocked off
I always drop shit for the
Street like a cop's horse
Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off
And I spit fire
My tongue's dipped in hot sauce
It'll burn you, toss and turn you
Have you bleedin' internal
Get popped like kernels