Pass the Mic

[Intro: Du-Lilz] Ya'll muthafuckas know who this be It's Theodore, yo, let me hear somethin' my nigga Let me hear something [Wigs] We the champion, we spit like, top of the line Hold weight while you still push nickel and dime And my shine hold my stones than your local jeweler More ice than a picnic cooler, Slick Wigs the Ruler Round the raincoat, stash my gat in the car wash How I got such a smooth flow, but I spit too harsh Butter nut squash leather, big face cheddar Don't fuck with no groupie, hid in a high school sweater We rope rats, roll money stuffed in stacks Rock show after show, and don't claim no tax Got custom deep pockets and my pimpin' slacks And my tephlon shirt, in case they got gats [Trife Da God] Yo Wigs, this is Theodore, you know how we rock it [Solomon Childs] Trife Da God, show these niggas why they ain't poppin' [Trife Da God] I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes All in they videos, posin' half nude, with all of them tattoos Til I blacken they eyes and have them lookin' like raccoon Now they stuck tail, stuffed in they ass like a baboon I do you dirty like a table chop, and the blocks on fire These niggas be rockin' more wires than a cable box Hit you with a fatal shot, lay you to rest Get your cradle rocked, by two Glocks aimed to your chest They say it's deep, and never lose his stripes Well put his ass in a cage with this iron, bet he lose his life I'm a beast like Priest Holmes, keep spittin' them weak poems And I'mma wreck you and straight disconnect you like cheap phones You can ride for you team and die with the marines For tryin' to intervene, while I'mma tryin' to get this CREAM [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, knick knack patty wack, light up, twist a fatty jack Four shotties, and playin' them lobbies where those cracks be at Stay foul, break vows, niggas sniff gun pow-der Check my caliber, make sure it register Bring forth your head and stuff, don't wanna huff, puff Or cuss, get stuffed in little bags, like angel dust Check out the bangle cuts, double rocks, tangled up And couples got bubbles, in the tub, lightin' the double Dutch Hey, hey, hey, Ghostface and Donna Jay Trife Dies', Killa Bamz, Wigs, Kryme got the yay' All day, all up in your hood like court dates Concealed heat, like a sheep dog or a NorthFace Small space, more bass, polly like shore bait Molly got four trays, and pinned dog with raw haze Just like the old days, Willie Mays, with a low cut fade Duster play the Giant, when I'm on stage [Trife Da God] Pretty Tone, yeah I see you in the cockpit [Solomon Childs] Donna Jay, put his face in the dirt like an ostrich [Cappadonna] Nah, I don't really have to spit nothin' to complex I just rep for my hood, and it sound correct It's mic checka, Juan Don, in the place to be And I be playin' on these tracks, like one, two, three One some Theodore shit, like it once was me With the laid back shit, like the country be Bone the hoes, all the time, smoke blunts with G Goon Squad Hooligans, got fronts in Jeeps Why you jealous muthafuckas gotta jump my beats Trife Diesel and Ghostface dump they heats In your face, real hard, straight lump they meats Won't sell cracks to you, but I pump the streets And tear pussy out the frame, while you hump the sheets And I know ya'll niggas hate, and can't wait til I'm gone That's why I keep drivin' on by, tootin' my horn Da-da-da-de-da-duhhhh