Theodore Unit, Ghostface Killah, Solomon Childs, Shawn Wigs - Gatz lyrics
[Theodore Unit, Ghostface Killah, Solomon Childs, Shawn Wigs - Gatz lyrics]
Aiyo, come on duke, pass that shit, man
(I just got this) come on man
What the fuck you mean you just got it man?
You doggin' that shit
Ricky Steamboat ass muthafucka
Yo, lemme get that booze, pass me that booze
For him aiyo, Kay Slay, drop that shit, baby
This ain't your biggest score, son
This is verbal war too much endurance
You never had a chance on tour
Watch me perform, I say some marvelous shit
I got the whole crowd screamin' like "yeah
That's it"
I'm mack-a docious, guerilla in the hood
When I wrote this
You know The Source gon' give me
A few mics and quote this
No average white boy
My style's too ferocious
Puff trees on the block and
I've slept with the toasters
Dug out Janet, jacked off on the posters
Sold explosives
Bottle rockets by the grosses
First taste of big money
Now I need double doses
Don't need no features
We got Ghost to host us
Theodore Unit, we the new Sammy Sosa's
Guns too big, they won't fit in the holsters
And we sittin' on top of the world
Killin' ya'll roaches
Yo, Staten Island got gats, the West got gats
The Jungle got gats, the Killah got gats
The New got gats, the Town got gats
Niggas gon' bust back, come on, what
Medina got gats, Mecca got gats
P-Long got gats, The Desert got gats
Jersey got gats, niggas gon' bust gats
Niggas gon' bust back, fuck it, come on
A powerful imprint of crimes, Hall of Fame
Not only a killer, but a mastermind
From the Hall of Fame, screamin'
Who deliver the impact
To strike like the lights in
The yard up north
(Get 'em) Music for them entrepreneurs
Who made it with the ki's of coke
All the way back to New York, New York
Fed magazine
They don't wanna come to my hood
They don't want the interview
Lyrically able to pen a few
Shit, It'd take a million of you
To hold me back
I'm learnin' how to live lavish
Triple digit's
I'm learnin how to move past it (get 'em)
I'm learnin how to clean my ratchets
Fuckin' with the Theodore Unit, is drastic
Blizzies, half metal, half plastic
(I just got this) come on man
What the fuck you mean you just got it man?
You doggin' that shit
Ricky Steamboat ass muthafucka
Yo, lemme get that booze, pass me that booze
For him aiyo, Kay Slay, drop that shit, baby
This ain't your biggest score, son
This is verbal war too much endurance
You never had a chance on tour
Watch me perform, I say some marvelous shit
I got the whole crowd screamin' like "yeah
That's it"
I'm mack-a docious, guerilla in the hood
When I wrote this
You know The Source gon' give me
A few mics and quote this
No average white boy
My style's too ferocious
Puff trees on the block and
I've slept with the toasters
Dug out Janet, jacked off on the posters
Sold explosives
Bottle rockets by the grosses
First taste of big money
Now I need double doses
Don't need no features
We got Ghost to host us
Theodore Unit, we the new Sammy Sosa's
Guns too big, they won't fit in the holsters
And we sittin' on top of the world
Killin' ya'll roaches
Yo, Staten Island got gats, the West got gats
The Jungle got gats, the Killah got gats
The New got gats, the Town got gats
Niggas gon' bust back, come on, what
Medina got gats, Mecca got gats
P-Long got gats, The Desert got gats
Jersey got gats, niggas gon' bust gats
Niggas gon' bust back, fuck it, come on
A powerful imprint of crimes, Hall of Fame
Not only a killer, but a mastermind
From the Hall of Fame, screamin'
Who deliver the impact
To strike like the lights in
The yard up north
(Get 'em) Music for them entrepreneurs
Who made it with the ki's of coke
All the way back to New York, New York
Fed magazine
They don't wanna come to my hood
They don't want the interview
Lyrically able to pen a few
Shit, It'd take a million of you
To hold me back
I'm learnin' how to live lavish
Triple digit's
I'm learnin how to move past it (get 'em)
I'm learnin how to clean my ratchets
Fuckin' with the Theodore Unit, is drastic
Blizzies, half metal, half plastic