Who Are We

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Bonecrusher) {Trife Da God}] Staten Island stand up, New York City stand up Ya'll about to witness something ya'll never heard before (Yeah) {Theodore, nigga} Let's go, fucka (Bonecrusher) Know what I mean (the south and the north) Bang this in your trucks {Ant Acid, what up?} (Ghostface, Trife) {yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah} (Theodore, let's go) Aiyo, aiyo [Trife Da God] I'm not a gangsta, I'm an army of one But Trife Diesel, Toney Starks, go together, like Bacardi and Rum See this burner on my waist, to refurnish your face The lead from the barrel, leave mouths with a permanent taste And have these faggot niggas, squirmin' to Jake, they so frail Cuz like Ernest, just wanna see me Goin' To Jail But your boy'll make bail, get out and set sail And hit, every drug spot in the hood, and collect mail It's Trife, the barbarian, quick to put your dog to sleep like veterinarians Have him layin' up somewhere in the Presbyterian Doctors pumpin' air in 'em They got his soul floatin', like he was high off of helium My block is like the Gaza Strip, opposite of metropolis We hungry like some hostages, niggas get shot and die for this While you sittin', write about stories, that just do not exist Your lies is fabricated, and you? Don't make no kind of sense [Hook: Bonecrusher (Solomon Childs) {Ghostface Killah}] Parker Bear, for sure we some killas Wide Street, the thriller in Manilla We runnin', nowhere, so nigga, don't go there Get stuck to sleep, nigga, fuckin' with me Who are we? (718) Some bonifide killas Who are we? (404) Some street wide killas Who are we? {Theodore} Some bonifide killas We run, nowhere, so nigga, don't go there [Ghostface Killah] I'm gonna show ya'll niggas how we gettin' down And how we flip your town, The Terminator Got you dudes, look who snitchin' now Fe-fi-fo-fam it, it's Tony Montana My hammer be tippin' the scale, have you hittin' the canvas In Kansas, they call me Rich Rock, not for my cracks My fingers be wearin' big blocks, bitch, you can get shot up Traumed up drama, not enough gores to rep Partner, somebody, tell 'em Ghost, keep that big armor Four-fifths, thirty eights, broke inside these twenty-two's Jim Starr's, leave a scar, mac-11's, do to I roll like a Bonecrusher, touch it like Usher, I "burn" See me in New Orleans, start puffin' on 'sherm All my Dirty South niggas jump, cheer us on, pussy hump Greasy ease' niggas, fuck that, like the Grammy's up Theodore, we makin' our paper, we bout to ante up Ya'll niggas know from Staten to Brooklyn we got the jammy tucked Do you and your father, kill a germ now before it spread Anywhere further, don't bother, sweet horror Thanks to the revolver, Ramik had the leap from the heat Like he was Frogger, bang monster King Arthur Guns older than Bob Barker, graze comin' out the nose barrel Trouble maybe, then we from Harvard [Solomon Childs] We roll, big guns, hut one, hut two Staten Island, A.T.L., what ya'll wanna do? [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, what up, Staten Island, stand up That's right, New York City, stand up Bonecrusher, Theodore Unit, A.T.L This that shit, get your wig popped off, muthafucka