Theodore Unit, Trife Diesel, Kryme Life - Right Back lyrics

Yeah, ya'll (uh huh) I would like to
Make a little announcement (whooo)
Knowwhatimsayin'? We got Theodore
In the building (ya'll get ready)
Straight up and down
(yeah) First up to bat (enjoy your classic)
The magnificent (you know who it is)
Trife Diesel, nigga (yeah, come on) yo

Aiyo, I'm sort of like a water pipe
I'm ready to blow
In a pair of three-fourth quarter Nike's
The color of snow listen here, sun
Duel with my goons'll run through ya
For a little bit of change
And exchange for some buddha heat movers
And they barely speak like preschoolers
And they hug the block all day
With them C-Rulers young niggas
Ready and willing to clack them thangs
Straight out the nest
They just learned how to flap they wings
Now, all you niggas better pause for a sec
Know your claws run eject
When Theodore's on the set
Trife Da God, but for now on
Just call me the barber
Cuz my hands they go to
Work like Antonio Tarber fuck shakin'
My word got the fiends vibratin'
I ain't playin' fair this year
Niggas is violatin'
I'm about to spaz out and
Start passin' out citations
Cuz niggas left the hood for good
Now they high maintenance
You ain't gotta know the name of my band
But this flame in my hand'll
Put a quick somethin'
Change through your plans
Snatch you off stage
While you entertainin' the fans
And I don't show favoritism, do
The same to your man, what

These niggas frontin' on wax
Don't make me push your shit back
In the hoods, ya'll don't pump like that
You'll get your shit pushed right back
These niggas frontin' on wax
Don't make me push your shit back
In the hoods, ya'll don't pump like that
You'll get your shit pushed right back

You know the kid got his weight up
Now I'm tippin' the scale i gotta eat
And my appetite is large as a whale
Got little niggas talkin' big shit
Knowin' they frail
Fuck the rest, we the most
Fresh niggas and steal
And I'm about to ring a lot of your bells
I'm at your doorstep grippin' the iron
Bullets flyin' outta them shells
You think I'm lion
Then ya'll niggas is gazelles
And I talkin' bout glasses, son
I'm on your asses
Put a hole in the back of your neck
Right where your tag is
Slabs is like luggage
Look how heavy my bags is
The ave, I'mma flood it
It's my time to cash in
Money good for the gettin'
Targets good for the hittin'
Blaow, me and Trife in the kitchen
Cuttin' the mixing style
And no compares, to nothing
That ain't offici-al
Kryme, I got my stamp on it
Got you amped on it
And I know what's gonna go
Soon as I put my hands on it
None of ya'll mans want it
Whether we on the corners or performin'
Battlin' with mics or straight warrin'

Whoooo ahhh s child, Theodore Unit
The movie, you muthafucka